Regency Park is a Low-Income Multi Family community that offers 2 & 3 Bedroom Apartments.
We are conveniently located to public transportation, with easy access to dining, entertainment, & shopping.
The apartments offer a well lit private entrance and include modern appliances.
We have a very active Full-time Social Service Coordinator that provides services & programs for all Residents.
Our community includes an on-site laundry facility, community room, beautiful community garden and playground.
With our great location in Coatesville, Pennsylvania not only do we have privacy as a community but we also have the convenience of various shops, restaurants, entertainment, pharmacies, and more just minutes away.
So do the photos people in Coatesville are starting to post look nice to you?
Not to me.
I have been seeing these images increase and conversation online. Over the years, my experience has been that those who live in rent controlled or low income housing don’t really open their mouths unless it’s so bad it’s completely untenable because they fear they will be evicted or punished or worse.
Even people in regular apartments that aren’t section 8 or HUD or anything or loath to complain to a landlord especially if there’s someplace that is somewhat safe for them to live. Years ago, when I was still single and living in Lower Merion Township, I lived in a crappy apartment in a safe neighborhood and you couldn’t get the landlord to do anything unless the township had been through on a rental inspection. You had to play games just to survive.
My kitchen floor back then in my former apartment completely flexed as in you could feel it move when you walked on it because I think there was termite damage underneath. Only it was never repaired. The township back then told them to fix it, they never bothered. The floor had duct tape on it because it was bowing and everything so badly that the tiles kept popping up. Our doors in and out were not exterior grade doors. They were just interior doors and none of the windows locked in any apartments. Some tenants didn’t even have doors that actually locked properly.
So I feel for these people who don’t really have a choice they can’t just pick up and leave, they can’t just move. And where would they move to? It’s not like rentals are particularly affordable at this point even in Chester County. And is it true that this building has lots of single moms? Are they actually safe?
Apparently, Coatesville knows there are problems as in the city of so why don’t they act? How can the county turn a blind eye? It seems that a company out of Camden NJ runs the place, the Michaels Organization ?
They had me at Camden. SMH. Anyway I took a look at their executives on their website. Wonder if any of them have ever been to the property in Coatesville?
I don’t know anyone who lives in these apartments in Coatesville. But while things like the Daily Local’s “Operation Holiday” is running around why don’t they look into some folks who could use help? Or any other print or television media out there? Only a media spotlight will help and they could be the difference because the bad optics during the holiday season might mean these people will get help.
And Chester County Commissioners while you’re out raising taxes maybe do something about this? You like photo ops in Coatesville so go out with your inspectors and whomever is supposed to be in charge of affordable housing?
Ok I hope these people get attention. According to social media they are planning a peaceful protest on December 2 at 3 PM. 699 Victoria Drive Coatesville in front of “home office.”
I am not the media, just a blogger, and it should not be so hard for these people to get help. But hey, it’s a media desert out there.
So Michaels are y’all awake yet? Chester County? Coatesville? This place looks disgusting and a coat of paint will not address all that ails this complex will it? And I will note that the ONLY email Michaels lists for EVERYTHING is info@tmo.com
So the Taylor Swift Eras book is out. It’s being sold exclusively at Target and do we remember when Lily Pulitzer first hit the racks at Target?
OK, if you’re forgotten, I’ll refresh your memory: hordes of people buying as much as they can and reselling it on eBay and elsewhere for the Molly Mark Up ridiculous prices.
It’s the Target Effect . And this is the latest piggy thing that people are going to do with Target purchases this year. 
I’m just shaking my head because you can actually get it at Target online right? Do you even get free shipping if it’s over like $35 for a purchase.
Here are some Facebook marketplace listings:
Facebook will ding you for having a post that shares a traditional media publications article about naked bicycle riders that was posted in 2018, but they allow people to price gouge things available at Target for a fraction of the price.
Then there’s eBay:
Taylor is this what you intended? You don’t even get any profit on the Molly Mark Up for holiday 2024. Neither does Target.
And meanwhile, all of these vultures are literally flocking into all the stores and buying all the books up for at a time because that’s all you’re allowed to buy and some little girl somewhere who wants this for Christmas. Might not get it because her mother might not be able to afford the Molly Mark Up.
Well, here we all are. Tomorrow is Thanksgiving. What does it mean to you?
We’ve had a year, haven’t we? Thanksgiving means it’s winding down so maybe now we can all take time to enjoy a holiday or two with friends and family?
It’s funny. I don’t know that I have anything particularly profound to say, but when I woke up this morning, I was thinking about Thanksgivings past.
I remember Thanksgiving when I was really little. We went to my mother’s brother’s house. They were the ones that adopted our German Shepherd, Lily Marlene, when my parents decided she wasn’t right for them. Lilly had been given to them by friends of theirs who at the time basically lied about everything about the dog. They just wanted to get rid of her. Lily didn’t like being a city dog. I think it was as simple as that and before us she had been a boy dog and I think she missed that. Lily loved my uncle so one day she went home with him, and she had an amazing life with my cousins and my Aunt and Uncle. And among other things, she became a boy dog once again.
I remember Thanksgiving at this their house. The table was packed and it was a small enough house that it got very warm with the oven and all the people. But it was nice and my Aunt was a good cook. She was also a very warm and welcoming woman and loved kids.
Also when I was little, I remember one particular Thanksgiving when my father’s sister and her family were living in a house they rented in Paoli. I think my paternal grandfather was even still alive at this point.
The house in Paoli doesn’t exist anymore. Shortly after my uncle got relocated by his company to either Florida or Cincinnati (I forget which), that house was eventually sold again and torn down. Because my uncle was living a corporate life with an insurance company he and his family moved fairly frequently when I was little.
The house in Paoli was off of Route 30. I remember it either was off of a private road or like a farm road and it was on the right when you were headed west on Route 30/Lancsster Avenue.
Paoli was still a lot of open space farmland then. Even along Route 30. This was maybe 1968 or so and I remember that because my sister was so little. I remember the house though, and it was a beautiful old farmhouse and it was big  and had great woodwork. I believe it was maybe a Victorian era farmhouse if not earlier, but I was too little to know the difference or precise age. I do remember it was white. It had a big porch and black shutters. There was a barn off to the side that obviously my aunt and uncle didn’t use except to pull a car in, and across from them there were still fields. And pretty big trees. 
My uncle is Cuban, and when I was little, his mother was still alive and there. She was very tiny, dressed in widow’s black clothes, and pretty much spoke Spanish to her son. That was the Thanksgiving where I first had black eyed peas. They were one of the side dishes. I was seated at the children’s table, which was set up in the hall at the base of the front stairs. The house had a beautiful staircase, and I still remember looking into the dining room, which was lovely with a beautiful table and candlelight.
Then at some point as we were growing up, we moved to the suburbs from the city and my parents good friends moved as well to Bethesda, Maryland. We started the tradition of state swapping Thanksgiving. Some years we went there, and some years they came here. I liked it better when we went there because the kids could go into Georgetown that weekend after Thanksgiving Day. Also because the mother in this equation, we’ll call her Mrs. C, was an amazing cook. She also never treated the kids like kids. I don’t know if you remember growing up, but you just had some of the adults that basically talked down to you, and like my parents, she spoke to us normally.
I remember being in the kitchen with Mrs. C as she was preparing Thanksgiving. We were all put to work, but you didn’t mind and it was a pretty big open kitchen and it extended into a family room. She used to make giant turkeys and they were just like perfectly basted things of beauty and oh they smelled so good!
One of the Thanksgivings when it was my parents turn to host, we decided to try eating out, because when this family came, it was a lot more people than could necessarily fit comfortably in our dining room, although we did do it a lot of the time. (Besides, if my mother could get out of cooking, she would.)
So this one Thanksgiving, we went to a restaurant in Radnor called The Greenhouse. People today would know this location as 333 Bellrose, which was owned by a friend of mine until a couple of years ago when he sold it. My high school friend opened it originally in 1999.
The Greenhouse Restaurant was owned by a Mary Bentley. Before she opened a restaurant there, according to Main Line Media News :
….Between 1953 and 1975 it was a gift shop and garden center called Radnor House. Part of it is literally a converted stable built in 1769 and although it sounds like a joke, local historians say that George Washington’s horse actually slept there – not George himself, but his horse.
In 1975 Mary Mitchell Bentley, of Bryn Mawr, had survived a traumatic divorce and opened the first restaurant there, the Greenhouse. She had no previous experience in the restaurant business.
“I did it because there was nothing else I could do but cook,” Mary told us 25 years ago. “I could not even type and I had never held a job outside the home in my life. I had to go to work to pay the bills though and I was terrified to go on a job interview, which I had never done, so I figured I’d open a restaurant.”
Despite this less than auspicious track record, Bentley managed to develop the Greenhouse into one of the Main Line’s most elegant and successful restaurants for two decades….After Mary’s departure, the property was converted into another restaurant (Carolina’s) and then another one (Oyster Bar) which both lasted a little longer than a Caesar salad…..
Why so much on The Greenhouse and its history? Because it was an amazing restaurant. Today, if a restaurant like that actually existed, it would be amazing and what Mrs. Bentley did for Thanksgiving precisely was create your Thanksgiving dinner at her restaurant.
You would order an entire Thanksgiving dinner, including your own small turkey. When you had Thanksgiving there, you didn’t feel as much that you were in a restaurant, but it was like you were in somebody’s home. It was really terrific. I am not sure if any other restaurant in the area does it the way they used to. Being able to get in there for one of the Thanksgiving dinners was a big deal. And you got leftovers. 
I remember other Thanksgivings that we spent with my father’s sister and her family once they were permanently back in Philadelphia. Those were more formal Thanksgivings and not particularly warm and fuzzy because my father and his sister did not really get along. It was just a beautiful but cold house and having dinner with a bunch of equally cold people.
My aunt’s children, my cousins, were not friendly really towards us, they were polite… and you always got the feeling that they felt oddly superior to any of the rest of us. And it was a shame because my aunt had a beautiful house in Chestnut Hill and I loved her living room and dining room. Those Thanksgivings while they lasted also included my father’s mother, my grandmother as she moved in with them when Pop Pop died. These are the Thanksgiving memories that are like the echoes and empty rooms.
There was also one Thanksgiving or Christmas that we spent in Ellicott City Maryland, where one of my father’s cousins lived. They most had this amazing Victorian house that they restored and it was great. The holiday was also great because they were always warm and loving
Other Thanksgivings over the years were spent with friends and other family like my cousin Suzy. She and her family settled in Newtown, Bucks County, which was not too far from where some of my mother’s cousins and other aunts and uncles had lived .
Suzy was my mother’s brother’s oldest daughter. She was like a big sister to me and my sister. She had spent a lot of time with us growing up and when she got married, she actually got married out of my parents house in Society Hill and our parish, Old Saint Joseph’s.
I loved doing holidays with Suzy and her kids. She would also do things like have a Christmas caroling party in December and we would all go around her neighborhood in Newtown and we collectively had the worst voices, but we had so much fun. I used to go to the New Hope area flea markets with Suzy as I got older.
Sadly, Suzy is no longer with us, she died two years to the day after my father passed away.
Then eventually we were all doing other Thanksgivings. Sometimes in Philadelphia, or the Philadelphia area, and then after my sister and her family moved to New York, also up there.
I also have other memories of random Thanksgivings where I couldn’t get time off from work and had to work Black Friday. So I remember one year my parents went to Nee York to my sister’s and I went to Merion Cricket Club with my friend and her family because after everyone in that family stopped wanting to cook Thanksgiving, they started (like a lot of people) eating a club Thanksgiving dinner. Only the Thanksgiving meals at Merion never held a candle to the Old Greenhouse restaurant in Radnor. And you definitely didn’t have your own turkey.
I remember some Thanksgiving meals I didn’t like particularly which were in a prior life and a prior relationship where I would have to go to my ex’s sister’s in the Allentown area. And one reason why it was unpleasant is that is when my ex would have me as a captive audience in the car and would yell at me the entire way up. It was enough to give you holiday PTSD, and when you would get to his sister’s they would spend the entire Thanksgiving talking meanly about whoever wasn’t there, or about whomever was in the next room of her dark depressing town house.
And the ex’s sister had speckled brownish kind of Pfaltzgraff crockery plates that I thought were truly ugly, and they served the turkey to the table in giant tinfoil pans. I mean, it’s Thanksgiving. I get it people like to cook turkeys in disposable tinfoil pans, but you don’t bring those to the table. it’s a holiday. Bring out the dishes and platters. Maybe it’s just personal preference to me, but I always thought it was a waste. The best time I ever had there was the year his sister’s beagle got part of the turkey.
And it’s funny when we would go to his brother‘s house for a holiday, I would still get yelled at on the car ride up, but his sister-in-law and her mom really made an effort and said a beautiful table, and the house was just lovely and warm.
Those felt like the purgatory years. Thankfully, they came to an end. I don’t miss those years. They were neither super terrible or good. They were just a loop I was stuck in for a period of time.
Thanksgiving Day dinner is a meal I actually like cooking. It makes you crazy and it can be stressful, but I think it’s fun. I especially like it since I moved to Chester County because you can always get a fresh turkey easily.
I have enjoyed over the years, creating my own traditions. I like making cranberry sauce I like making chutney right before Thanksgiving when I have leftover green tomatoes and some apples and I love to bake. And one of the things I love best of all is ironing a vintage linen tablecloth, and setting a pretty table. We can’t take it with us so we might as well use our dishes etc. I really don’t like when people who have nice dishes and glasses and who don’t have the excuse of having small children, bring out the paper plates and plastic glasses. I think it’s kind of tacky.
Like any other holiday, it won’t necessarily be perfect. We don’t live a Hallmark Movie existence, after all.
We’ve had a year and now it’s time for the holidays. There’s always time for reflection and introspection as well. We should be grateful for the people we still have in our lives, and the ones who no longer are.
I go into the holidays missing a very important friend who died unexpectedly this summer. She would’ve been texting up a storm by now to find out what we were doing for Thanksgiving and what she was going to do, thousands of miles away. It makes me feel a little disconnected and right now kind of sad that the only conversations I will have with her about holidays going forward are just speaking into the air and wishing she was still here. I think going forward, I will probably always feel a little bittersweet, but I won’t have that sadness.
2024 has been a year of change for most of us, and I think it’s safe to say the future is uncertain in some regards. However, life goes on and a lot of what makes our lives our everyday lives doesn’t change. And we have to remember that.
I know there are some people who won’t be spending holidays this year with friends or family in some cases because of the election. There will always be more that unites us than divides us and we shouldn’t let political extremism on either side take over any further than it already has. And I’m not saying that because I’m good with the outcome of the election.
We don’t live in a Norman Rockwell illustration and we’re not the Waltons and John Boy won’t be necessarily home for Christmas, either. But the business of living has to be gotten on with. Life is never going to be completely static, nor should it be.
Some people tomorrow aren’t big fans of Thanksgiving for whatever reason, and I know some people who will be volunteering somewhere. It’s their way to give back. 
So whatever your jam is, I hope all of you out there have a happy Thanksgiving.
If I had been rescuing ducklings from an oil spill I would have been good this afternoon . But I was just getting some last minute holiday essentials delivered by Instacart.
Sigh. I went into pre-holiday meltdown over this one.
I treated myself to Instacart. I mean who likes going to grocery stores the week of Thanksgiving or any major holiday, am I right?
For me holiday grocery shopping PTSD started with a particular event in the early 2000s.
This comedically terrible event took place in the Bryn Mawr ACME before the store was rebuilt.
I had run in for a couple of things and I was right up against the shelving, reaching up on tips of my toes to get something off of the top shelf. All of a sudden it was “wham” and then “ouch”, as somebody had rammed a cart into the back of one of my heels and actually scraped it.
The cart was “driven” by angry male shopper who probably had a giant honey do list and instead of saying “Oh my gosh, are you OK?” He yelled at me that I should watch where I was going. He also told me that it was my fault.
Ummm yeah no.
Mouth flew open and I said “No, the correct response is ‘I am so sorry, I hope I didn’t hurt you,’ not ‘It’s your fault that I just maimed you.’”
Benny Brooks Brothers then told me I was a crazy bitch and basically cart wheelied down the aisle to I guess one presumes another ankle assault in a different aisle.
And since cell phones came into existence, the other thing I don’t like about holiday grocery shopping is listening to everyone’s cell phone conversations on speakerphone in the aisles. Women are more guilty of that than men and those women really should watch the conversations they’re having in public and that’s all I’m going to say other than no one needs to hear whom Charlie is cheating with, and favorite sexual positions of strangers.
Mmmkay no thanks.
So as I have been regaling all of you with tales of why I don’t like going to the grocery store right before a holiday, have you noticed the photos I’m posting? This is very important. This means that as any kind of a shopper even delivery you cannot escape the holiday curse sometimes.
I treated myself to Instacart, especially because I wanted things from Aldi and Aldi is crazy on a normal day. I had a “platinum shopper” so I thought I would be in good hands and yet when she tried to replace white wine vinegar with white vinegar, I should’ve known…. especially because I had as my instructions for a refund if it was not available.
She also wasn’t the most communicative shopper and that could’ve just been the Internet access in the store. She dropped the order off, and I went to retrieve it.
This is when I had my pre-holiday Calgon take me away moment. She had put the Dawn dish soap in the over stuffed shopping bag upside down. this meant my order was basted in Dawn dish soap.
Because there were things in paper containers, and paper sacks like flour for baking, they had to be thrown out because they were soaked in Dawn dish soap.
That soap permeated so much!
Also because the bag was poorly packed a lot of my eggs were broken and also were coated in liquid dish soap. And the yogurt container was somewhat smashed, with the added flavor of ….you guessed it….dish soap.
Now I admit Instacart customer service was wonderful and very apologetic because I sent them photos. I didn’t want them to think I was just trying to get free stuff . I don’t think even they had seen anything quite like that before.
Note that bags if you have to buy them aren’t that much and I would rather pay for a second bag then end up with dish soap all over my grocery order two days before a major holiday.
I also think I have to find another dish soap smell now.
It was a magical holiday extravaganza at Life’s Patina at Willowbrook Farm and I look forward to the magic at Life’s Patina Merchantile and Cafe in Historic Yellow Springs Village!
I do not know how Meg and her team do it but every year it’s a new magical experience and Meg always sprinkles some of the magic towards a nonprofit charity partner every sale. This is truly a love what’s local 🎄❤️
Life’s Patina at Willowbrook Farm has one more day of their 3 day event which is tomorrow, Sunday November 24th from 10 AM to 4 PM. 1750 N Valley Rd, Malvern, PA.
Life’s Patina Merchantile and Cate is located at 1657 Art School Rd, Chester Springs, PA. AKA the Jenny Lind House. They are open the following winter hours: Wednesday, Thursday & Friday: 8am to 4pm and Saturday & Sunday: 9am to 3pm
I was over at Surrey Consignment Shop this morning and realized there was a brand new store next-door to them that I hadn’t been in. I don’t think it’s been there long, but it is such a breath of fresh air and if you’re going to Surrey, you have to stop there. It’s called B Devoted.
The owner Karen is so nice and she has a true artist’s soul. It’s clothing and things for gifts. And handmade and artisan jewelry.
The crafts people and purveyors she sources are women. She had these felted wool Christmas ornaments in the front of the store. I believe she said they were Peruvian made. They’re just beautiful. There were also these Christmas pillows that were handmade that I just loved. Plus, there were all sorts of pashmina wraps and these little ponchos and all sorts of stuff.
The store is bright and alive and has a great vibe. I look forward to going there again! And a postscript would be Surrey Consignment Shop is loaded with amazing finds!
Ok look I have to ask: how can this one remaining supervisor in West Vincent Township sit here this past week at a gathering with bumble the solicitor and everything that is old is new again manager who was exited a bunch of years ago not because he was fab and came back as an interim with straight faces? They literally just held a meeting without a quorum which is really just a gathering right? How can you hold a meeting about the business of a municipality without a quorum? The answer is you’re not supposed to. It’s a second class township. This is the big flaw in the structure of second class townships because although you can have five supervisors too many places only have three like here.
You have one supervisor that I suspect people are not going to see again (Sara Shick) and you have another one also with obvious health issues (Bernie Couris formerly a Republican Borough Council person in West Conshohocken) given the gray pallor at the meeting they were last attending wearing a giant hospital mask and then leaving after 20 minutes. You may not see him again either, right?
Now many things people do not know about Bernie Couris is he was in the papers years ago for a heart transplant. I have never found him to be my type of politician either in West Vincent or West Conshohocken, but he had a heart transplant I want to say 1990-ish, and went on to run marathons etc, and that I do find truly amazing and inspiring. That being said, if he is not well, that could be super serious, right? (And if you don’t believe me check South Jersey papers archives, Inquirer, Daily News, etc.)
And Sara Shick is a breast cancer survivor – used to be a peer counselor at Living Beyond Breast Cancer which is actually one of the few breast cancer charities I believe in. BUT given the way she looked at meetings the past few months (wheelchair, suddenly a hair covering, looking frail, and a very wobbly voice) something is up and hasn’t been to a meeting or part of one since September?
Look, I am not being mean, these people are UNWELL and this township doesn’t have a quorum. So both of them need to put what is rumored to be some sort of competition or not getting along aside for the good of their township, don’t they? It is OK to say you are sick or whatever and step aside and release that stress from your lives if you have a medical condition that requires attention and less stress, correct?
And I realize government in West Vincent can’t escape being Pennsyltucky once in a while, but you can have a meeting and just say you’re getting together so everybody can see literally who’s left! They’re not actually doing anything because legally they can’t do anything without a quorum can they? And that is exactly what the remaining supervisor Dana Allen did. Had a meeting without a quorum and did not know the basics of you can’t post minutes that have not been approved by quorum?
And then you have to wonder if any of the former supervisor(s) that people fought so hard to rid the township of are just waiting in the wings, looking to be placed as the pinch hitter(s)? Now one pinch hitter I would approve of is Mike Schneider, for example. Or even George Dulchinos, right?
I have to ask should the state be stepping in here because I think this is crazy town and if I was living or working in this municipality and they don’t even have like the audit from the prior year finished yet let alone how can they really be talking about 2024 because they can’t really do anything with that either, can they?
Because again…broken record time… there’s not a quorum now, so wouldn’t you be anxious as a resident ? Or even as a township employee? Truthfully residents shouldn’t be just anxious, they should be up in arms. And before anybody jumps down my throat and says I am unsympathetic to people dealing with health issues, that’s not the case at all. This is a broken down system in this municipality once again, and that is not fair to anyone is it???
Again, supervisors who are not at the table and haven’t been at the table now in one case for several meetings, and in another case for a couple of meetings need to do the right thing. It is OK to say their health comes first and they are sorry they cannot serve any longer… but you can’t just pretend nothing is happening here, can you? And should you?
And let’s talk the everything old is new again interim manager? A right to know uncovered he is billing $75 /hour. How is the recruitment going and how can they appoint a manager without a quorum of supervisors anyway?
Here is the job posting for a new West Vincent manager, but again, without a healthy Board of Supervisors HOW do they interview and hire one??? Picking a new manager is not just playing that child’s card game of match, is it?
A resident asked at the meeting asked the question of what if there was no quorum in December and the solicitor basically told her not to worry her pretty little head about it? I mean for real?
And of course because there really is no local journalism anymore you have nothing about this in the Daily Local and I doubt the Inquirer even knows there’s a problem.
West Vincent is careening in my opinion. I am glad I don’t live there but oh hell if this is not a reason for second class townships to go to a five member board everywhere in PA, I don’t know what is.
West Vincent is Crazy Town and not in a good or productive way.
One of the great curiosities of Main Line traffic as you get into Chester county is the 25 MPH zone that exists in places like Berwyn and Paoli.
This means Easttown and Tredyffrin Townships, right?
Way too many people completely disregard the speed limits. And again there’s this whole big swath of 25 MPH zone.
I always marvel at the fact that I don’t think I have ever seen a cop from either municipality in this stretch along Route 30 a.k.a. Lancaster Avenue. No I’m sure they’ve been there, but you never see them at peak hours like rush-hour.
If Tredyffrin and Easttown actually took the time to enforce the speed limit there during evening rush hours or even during the day on weekends they would make bank. As it stands right now, it’s really kind of dangerous when you’re actually going the speed limit there on those stretches of road.
Three hours ago, the Chester County District Attorney released the following on it’s social media feeds:
NEWS RELEASE: LOCAL POLICE OFFICER ARRESTED
The Chester County District Attorney’s Office announces the arrest of David Maurer, 55, for taking controlled substances for personal use from a medication collection box on November 20, 2024 (the Defendant is presumed innocent until proven guilty). Maurer was charged with Possession of Controlled Substances and Theft by Unlawful Taking. Maurer, who was employed as a Detective Sergeant for the West Goshen Township Police Department, was arrested today and arraigned by Magisterial District Judge Martin Goch. Maurer was released on his own recognizance.
On November 20, 2024, Maurer was working as a law enforcement officer and tasked with emptying medication collection boxes located in the West Goshen Township Police Department and Chester County Hospital. The medication collection boxes are a part of a county program designed for the community to safely discard unwanted medication. After Maurer emptied the drop boxes, he removed several pill bottles containing controlled substances and retained them in his personal possession instead of delivering them to the collection site for safe disposal.
If you have any information about this case, please contact the Chester County Detectives at 610-344-6866.
West Goshen Police Department released the following statement two hours ago:
West Goshen Police department acknowledges the incident and arrest and informs everyone that Sergeant David Maurer was placed on administrative leave pending an investigation. There is no indication if this is paid or unpaid leave.
Look, this arrest is something I find profoundly disturbing and really sad. I guess I am just sort of incredulous that this happened. Law enforcement is human, and I am reminding even myself of that right now. Who knows why this happened. He is indeed innocent until proven guilty. Why I am having a hard time reconciling this in my head is because I did some research on some high profile cases he has bought home.
CHESTER COUNTY, Pa. (WHTM) — A Pennsylvania police officer was arrested Thursday after officials say he stole drugs from a medication collection box while he was on duty.
The Chester County District Attorney’s Office said in a news release on Thursday that David Maurer, 55, stole the drugs while he was emptying the boxes on Wednesday at a police department and hospital.
Maurer kept pill bottles that had controlled substances inside them after he emptied the boxes out instead of taking them to the collection site for disposal, the DA’s office says.
Suicide rates for those in blue is about 184 per year as if 2024. Given the career of this man, which has been really kind of good, is there more to this story and will he be offered support? Seriously, if you search his name on the Internet, he is a closer. If you were going to profile him based on his case work, this doesn’t compute. If you ask other PD who have come in contact with him over the years, they will tell you he is good police. I do not know, nor have I ever met this man. But if you look at his body of work, my opinion is it seems out of character.
That’s all I have got. Is West Goshen under a curse? How will those supervisors handle this?
OK so I got this notice recently saying that Facebook had removed a post from 2018. Yes, 2018. And then you can pull up like a screenshot of what they removed. What they removed was an article I had posted from 2018 about the naked bike ride in Philadelphia that I thought was funny. Think about it. I don’t know about the rest of you, but would you want to go around on your bicycle naked? I think it would hurt certain private parts.
But obviously some people enjoy a naked bike ride much the way they enjoy nude beaches. Which is something I did go to once briefly years ago (as in my early 20s) , and I didn’t understand that either. All I kept thinking is what if you get certain body parts sunburned, wow would that hurt.
And I’m not actually passing judgment on those who enjoy those things, I simply don’t understand them. But the article just tickled my funny bone and I shared it.
With loud cheers, thousands of nude and semi-naked cyclists took to the streets of Philadelphia on Sept. 8, 2018.
The occasion was the Philly Naked Bike Ride, a ten-year-old annual tradition in the City of Brotherly Love. The event has cyclists travel nearly ten miles from Fairmount Park into Center City. This year (like many in the past), the route included the Philadelphia Museum of Art, Rittenhouse Square, City Hall, Broad Street, South Street, Independence Hall and Logan Square.
It’s a thing. It’s not my thing, it might not be your thing, but if they’re allowing it to go on on the streets of a major metropolitan city without incident, why is Facebook removing articles about it? Let alone removing an article in 2024 that was posted in 2018? I didn’t even remember I had posted it. It was that long ago.
Facebook has these random algorithms and I guess they look for keywords much the way the email review platforms do for compliance officers reviewing emails in financial institutions and other kinds of businesses. Of course that’s why your average compliance officer will tell you that is why they have to go through almost every email because the programming doesn’t necessarily get it right.
I remember many years ago when I was a bridesmaid in a wedding party. One day an email went out from the bride to be’s mother about where we were supposed to get pantyhose or spanx or something. Literally, it was one of those mama bridezilla occasions where you know you had to wear certain types of bras along with spanx underneath the baby butt pink Vera Wang bridesmaid’s gown. Quite literally it wasn’t the bride who was the problem, it was the momzilla. ( Sorry I don’t know what the correct phrases to describe when it’s the mother of the bride who is the issue not the actual bride.)
Anyway, this woman would send out emails to every email. She knew you had even if you weren’t supposed to get personal email if avoidable to corporate emails. So literally you would get an email and it was like the edict on high. And it was just as bad this time as the email which had proceeded it, which was telling us about trying a liquid diet for five days before her daughter’s wedding. So whatever the word was in this particular email, it got flagged by the compliance officer’s software in the brokerage branch I worked in, and I remember getting pulled into the office, and I wasn’t actually in trouble. The compliance officer was a very mellow practical dude, and he said “I just want you to see how ridiculous the word programming is for email review” and that was when I first learned about like the fact that these programs had like keywords that they would search out, and those words weren’t set by each individual compliance officer in a bigger corporation, they were set by corporate.
I think this is where Facebook kind of is or Meta or whatever the hell they call themselves these days and for what they do allow on Facebook versus even sharing a legitimate media outlet went against community standards. They allow multitude of conspiracy theories and all sorts of fake news like we saw during Covid and the last couple of presidential election cycles. Yet they removed this?
And again, it’s from 2018, which kind of gives you creepy insight as to how they are all crawling all over our personal pages and any other pages or groups we might belong to. It’s like they want to find something wrong to justify their existence yet when you report a Facebook profile for being taken over by spammer and it’s someone you know they don’t take down the profile and they don’t return the profile to the original owner.
Zuckerberg is a jackass. His baby will literally allow porn accounts with his algorithms, but they remove things like this. I actually went and Googled to get some proof of that because after all now you have to wonder if they scour your search history too? Look away if you don’t want to see. Actually, I didn’t really post anything truly offensive below, just enough to prove the point that these accounts exist on Facebook and they allow them but they take an article talking about a naked bike ride off of Facebook for going against “community standards.”
It’s like they allow spammers and hackers to pollute their social media site along with fake products from overseas for sale that if you order them they either never arrive or look nothing like what you saw on Facebook originally, but if you are just a regular person, sharing an article you saw on the news that you thought was funny that was real news and actually kind of benign they will ding you for it.
And to think people think they’re going to build their “business brand” via social media platforms like Facebook?
Facebook where light hooking is ok, but not articles from real news outlets. Thanks for stopping by.
