Last month, The Union columnist “Bored” Georgeman denigrated Nevada City — a favorite pastime — but he might want to “dig deeper” within his own gated confines.
One page away from his Monday column (signed “George Boardman lives in Lake of the Pines”), there is a “you can’t make this stuff up” article about his own neighborhood.
The headline reads “Trial set in LOP civil harassment case for July 7.” It is about a man who alleges harassment on two occasions by an HOA board member and his wife. “The alleged harassment stems from his role in questioning activities of the homeowners’ association board and its oversight of the community finances and operations,” according to the article.
The man said he attended “numerous board meetings where he questioned certain actions of the board, such as administrative issues and the administration of slip rentals at the LOP marina,” it continued. “These acts of threats and violence have ruined the lifestyle that we have paid greatly for, and tried so hard to obtain at Lake of the Pines,” the man said in court documents.
The HOA board member’s attorney, Ray Shine, denies the allegations. His statement: “We deny that both of these things happened. And we deny that there was any intent to harass him.”
Last year, an episode in Lake of the Pines aired on a television network called Investigation Discovery, as reported previously.
I went and found the video clip: “An elite California Lakeside Community is rocked to its core when two well-to-do gentlemen go to war over an 18-inch property line discrepancy. One neighbor takes the dispute to new levels when he hires a hitman to permanently solve the problem.”
The episode was titled “Fear Thy Neighbor.”
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“Fear Thy Neighbor”???? I say fear the HOA. Move to Alta Sierra, we have no mandatory HOA. Only a property owners association where membership is elective.
LOL! I love that whole ‘hiring a hit man for 18 inches.’ That little 18 inch-discrepancy happened in about 1977 when my father built a gazebo 18 inches over the property line of my childhood home. Yep. True story. My dad got sick and tired of me mourning over the grave, on the property line, of my poisoned dog. So my father built a gazebo over it thinking I would stop crying (no joke). Little did we know that such a story would ultimately transpire from this. As you say, Jeff, you just can’t make these things up.