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It’s amazing what riles the masses and the pundits and what passes by with hardly a peep. From the 2012 State of the City address, we learn this:

We must also turn our attention to the Esquire property at the Mohasco site.  On account of its advanced state of deterioration, the building has been found unsafe and requires demolition.  The site must serve as a key driver for revitalization of that district.

Now, if you follow local political discourse, you know that the meme goes something like this: the city spends too much; the city needs to cut even the smallest of the  most trivial of expenses — like tulips; and those who claim to have the best interests of the city at heart, make no small clamor on how we need to cut, cut and indeed, we need to look at every expense , no matter how small, in our budget. It is this focus on expenses, on costs, on spending that makes them supremely qualified to lecture us common folk on their financial wisdom and acumen. After all, in their view,  public finance reduces to nothing more than a watchful eye on expenses and their reduction– that is the key to fiscal planning and management.

While this cast never met an expense they like, they also remain wholly disinterested in revenue, indeed, there is never a revenue source for which they care– which brings us back to Esquire and its demolition.

We spend hundreds of thousands of dollars per year, millions of dollars over several years, and likely tens of millions over the decades to demolish stuff. Yet somehow, this expense which sucks life from the city through swiss-cheesing our neighborhoods, paving our neighborhoods with asphalt and ultimately trash, and in return, pressing tax rates higher through the reduction of taxable properties is applauded and heralded. In fact, demolition is viewed as ‘progress’ and no doubt, demolishing Esquire will be seen as ‘progress’.

Here’s how ‘progress’ works in the city: a building is demolished to great fanfare that we can now ‘develop’ it; to ‘develop” it, we turn to AIDA or some other ossified economic development entity or group to ‘market’ it; we then wait , and wait, and wait, and wait, for the ultimate ‘developer’ who will bring ‘industry’ back. Then more waiting, waiting, waiting, until we are distracted by tulips forgetting about how awesome it’s going to be once the site gets redeveloped.

Rinse. Repeat. Year after year.

Meanwhile, the demolition financial kabuki goes unabated because folks truly believe that the city gets a free ride on demolition as a “shared service” from the county or some other mythical accounting technique whereby no adverse effects impact city taxpayers.

The funny thing is that Esquire could possibly have been redeveloped without demolishing it whatsoever so the expense that we now incur could be wholly avoided if we could engage and encourage developers such as Murray Gould who expressed interest in the project until the Chalmers saga hit:

The overall tone and alleged increase in community and city opposition to the Chalmers project is very unsettling to me as the potential developer of the Esquire Novelties Building. It is also very troubling to read the overall tone that I believe is disrespectful of Mr. Kauffman’s efforts.

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Community and official support from the municipality is an absolute requirement for a developer to consider taking on the risk of’a project like Chalmers or Esquire Novelties. If that support is not clear, then it is simply too risky for the developer to proceed.

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I am very fortunate that I have choice in where I choose to work on historic rehabilitation projects I am very excited about the promise and challenge that goes with the rehabilitation of the Esquire Novelties property. However. that does not mean that J am wiI1ing to spend yearsofeffort and take a major financial risk if there is not community support. The recent events related to the Chalmers Building are causing me to seriously reconsider my decision. The vote by the City Council opposing the National Register nomination sends a very strong signal to me and others in the development community that the City of Amsterdam does not support this type of project.

At this point I am ceasing any further pre-development work on the Esquire Novelties project.

And there you have it– the loss of potential revenue, the loss of growth, the loss of “buzz” in building some interest in development in the city. Instead of revenue, we now have an expense to demolish the building. But to the financial wizards who watch every penny we spend, the loss of revenue coupled with the expense of demolition simply does not enter the calculation. This is what counts as ‘progress’ in rebuilding the city. I hate to say it but we could buy a lot of tulips, a lot of paper clips and even a Christmas light or two with the opportunity cost around Esquire. But then I’m old school on financials– I look at expenses and revenue.

It’s the mention of ‘revenue’ that makes me a financial pariah and heretic in the 12010.

What’s even funnier is that we turn away credible, successful developers to have AIDA or some other agency pursue developers to develop the site. That’s worked wonderfully to date, no?

Think about it from a business perspective: let’s say there is a restaurant called Cornholios. A customer walks through the door and wants to order the porterhouse steak advertised on the placard outside. The waiter rebukes the customer for their order (“you idiot, you want a porterhouse steak?!”) and, within earshot of the table, mocks the customer to the owner and other waitstaff for requesting the very thing offered by the restaurant.

Indignant, the customer leaves soon to publicize his awful experience in the physical and digital realm. As the owner receives word of the negative reviews of his restaurant, the owner wonders why sales are down and why his restaurant gets such a bad rap. Determined to reverse his fortunes, he takes to the street encouraging passers-by to partake in the delectable porterhouse steak offered on the menu. But customers are scarce until the owner, with minutes to closing time,  spots a small group approaching the restaurant.

Desperate, the owner calls to them to come in for a delicious porterhouse steak–  it’s on the house, a free meal, why not give it a try, he beseeches them. But, alas, fortune turns against him when he recognizes the former customer, so gruffly turned away on his last dining experience, now advising his fellow patrons on his steadfast resolve in avoiding this place and the wisdom in their doing likewise.

So off they stroll to the new eatery down the block, welcome to pay full price for a porterhouse at any place but the once and great Cornholios.

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