I live in a 25 unit condo complex, and we just had our first annual meeting in 18 months because of COVID.
The same 3-4 people seem to rotate among the officers on the board, since no one else wants to serve.
If anything, our board is composed of mostly non-confrontational people, meaning they usually take longer than they should in dealing with noise, litter and parking nuisances.
Thankfully, parking and noise are city issues for us, not HOA issues, though I will usually still try to talk to the homeowner if thereās an issue rather than having the complaining neighbor call the city about it. This has worked out pretty well for us. Weāve had one incident that we couldnāt resolve that we finally told the homeowners involved to call the city to deal with it.
Lots of interesting stuff in this article including the below
Even still, experts agree that in general a building should not fall due to a single failure of a slab. But Aghayere said a review of the building plans, inspection reports and photos from the collapse shows a lack of necessary backstops.
āIt doesnāt have structural integrity reinforcement,ā Aghayere said. āBecause thereās no structural integrity reinforcement if it falls, it just goes.ā
Structural engineer and retired building inspector Gene Santiago said the part of the building that collapsed was lacking an adequate number of structural walls called āshear wallsā that would have helped the building resist caving under lateral or twisting forces from an initial failure of a slab on a single floor.
āThere doesnāt seem to be enough of them in the plans,ā he said. There were no shear walls in the east-west direction, he pointed out.
In general, experts agreed that the building, which was in the early 1980s, was not designed with the same level of redundancy as modern-day buildings.
Shear walls are like Structure 101. Even us dumb builders know how important they are.
Only time Iāve personally seen buildings collapse (not my project), the framers went 3 stories high without installing the shear panels. Thunderstorm rolled in, and when it rolled out those buildings were 0.25 stories tall.
I was never really afraid of heights until I slid down an icy roof in Breckenridge CO working roofing and breaking up ice dams on roofs. The climbing harness saved me about 6-10 feet from the ledge and since then I get vertigo sometimes. Yesterday went over a walking bridge that goes over a 6 lane highway and imagined it collapsing and got some vertigo lmao.
Does raise the question what the master builder in chief thinks about this. If he still had his presidency and Twitter he wouldnāt be shutting up about it or am I mistaken?
I just hope Ron DeSantis is brave enough to stand up for these peoplesā right to die in a building collapse if they choose to remain in a dangerous structure.
We had been drinking until bar close and smoked a blunt on the way there. Then just slipped on ice and slid holy hell. I went home for the day. If more buildings start collapsing Iām only going to stay in 1 level places or camp.
There is no slower time than falling off a roof time.
My uncle was a general contractor who shattered both his ankles in a ladder fall. So I was helping him out by cleaning out his gutters. It didnāt occur to me that it was below freezing and I was spraying water all over the place. I stepped on some ice I had created on the roof, fell on my ass, then slid straight down to the top of my ladder, which was based on the bottom step of a set of stairs leading up to a platform at their back door.
My feet caught the top rung of the ladder as I went careening off the roof - about 1.5 stories up. I donāt know why - but I didnāt even try to grab the gutter, I just let it happen. The ladder pivoted out away from the house along with me. But the base of the ladder stayed on the top step. I eventually landed on the ladder, the top of which hit the ground ahead of me. But luckily the bottom end of the ladder was still suspended on the bottom step. So it had a lot of bounce in it, which cushioned a big amount of my fall.
I walked up to the back door rubbing my sore ass and wrist, to the wide-eyed stares of my uncle at the door in his wheelchair. He had heard the whole thing and knew exactly what was happening,
I had ages to ponder everything about my life until I finally bounced off that ladder.