So, okay, already, here’s what happened on that balmy summer night of August 12, 2008 when Mitchell Lipensky and Shannon Lynne were banned from Westlake Lake…
Packing a “Subway” of a “foot-long” for him and a half “foot-long” for her, along with an ice packed “Igloo” containing four bottles of “Carona” along with a full bottle of “Pinot Gricio”, senior citizen Shannon Lynne and Geezer Mitchell Lipensky decided to take their boat out…
Hold on!! Boat? “Their boat?”
Well, yeah! Guess there’s still some stuff to explain.
Yeah, I know! But I’ll try to keep it short, so…
Immediately following the initial Real Estate Sales Receipt signing in 1978; “Where are we going to live?”
“I’ve an Idea.” Mitchell said to his wife.
And, “Yeah?” said his wife.
“How’d you like to live in Westlake Village?”
Knowing about, “ ‘Berkowitz’?” she questioned.
“Yeah, I’d love to live in Westlake. But how? We can’t buy shit without a down payment!”
“Yeah, well, like I said: I’ve an idea.” Mitchell reiterated.
Within a half-hour, the copy of the sale of his house on his broker’s desk, “I want to make an offer on the ‘Berkowitz’ place,” Mitchell said, “but we have no money for a down payment,” slapping his hand onto the copy of the sale of his house, “because my moneys’ tied-up in ‘Westgarden’s’ second, so I need your help in putting a…” creatively financed, “deal together.” And…
Within another hour, on ‘long distance’, Mr. Berkowitz. Hi! It’s Mitch Lipensky.”
“Yeah, Mitch.” No longer believing, “you got anything?” Berkowitz asked dejectedly.
“Well, yes, I do. I do have an offer.”
Not bothering to hold his hand over the receiver, “Honey,” he yelled, causing Mitchell to move the receiver from his ear. “It’s Lipensky and he has an offer!”
“Well,” once hearing muted duel breathing, “actually it’s me. My wife and me! We’re making an offer on your townhouse.”
Asked cautiously, “You?”
“Yes. Me and my wife.”
“Okay, go ahead. We’re, uh, Mrs. Berkowitz and myself, we’re listening.”
“We are offering to buy you house at the full listed price…” Hearing a sharp intake of breath, “However, we, my wife and I, will place one thousand dollars into Escrow and the deed of trust is to remain in your name, in escrow, for three years or, dependent upon my wife and myself, sooner. During this period, we will pay your P.I.T.I; your principle, interest, taxes and insurance. However, we want one hundred dollars per month going towards our down-payment, which will be accredited at close of escrow. In the event we do not have financing…”— imagining the recession to be through by then — “…or for any reason we do not close escrow, we will forfeit our thousand dollars and whatever has accrued during the term of this escrow.” Taking a deep breath, he stopped speaking.
Marsha and Mitchell moved into the house….
Marsha and Mitchell Lipensky moved into their new ‘home’ in Westlake Village – with but one thousand dollars held in escrow, actually paying less P.I.T.I. monthly then in their old house – in September of nineteen seventy-eight.
Burton and Shannon Lynne moved directly next door in early December of nineteen-eighty.
So, can you see where this is going? Maybe.
Sounds rather perversely logical, doesn’t it?
Yeah, well, when Burton and Shannon Lynne moved directly next door to the Lipenskys…
Now wait, I must explain that the Lipensky home, and then also the Lynne home, was not only next door to each other but, as attached town homes, if Mitchell were to cut an opening in his dining room it would open to Shannon’s bed room. Now, truly, that’s what I would call directly next door!
So, for the next twenty-six years the neighbors were, well, neighborly. They would say, “hello,” or “good morning,” or… well you get the idea. Occasionally they would be invited next door for a neighborly type party: there was a St. Patrick’s Day party at the Lynne home and a New Year’s party at the Lipensky home. But for some reason; possibly thinking it best not to become too friendly with people whose lining-room could open into your bedroom, or visa-versa. Seemingly, seemingly all the neighbors had in common was a love of dogs.
Dogs, by the way, have nothing to do with this story…. Well, dogs have almost nothing to do with this story.
Standing at five foot three inches, weighing about one twelve with short cut, blondish hair, brown eyed, olive skinned, small busted, ( if she has any boobs at all, Mitchell had thought) intelligent, with a pleasing personality, Shannon Lynne was far from what Mitchell Lipensky thought of as attractive and was never the subject of his sexual fantasies… Up to a point.
Then there was Burton Lynne.
Burton, up until the mid-nineteen-eighties was a highly paid architect…
Burton was a highly paid architect until the advent of computers which he hated and flatly refused to learn and to use and to incorporate within his architectural renderings.
Burton flatly refused to learn and to use the computer until November twelve, nineteen-eighty when – never imagining they would – he was fired from his – as far as architectural firms go – prestigious firm.
From then. From that time on; no longer an architect, now an alcoholic, Burton Lynne spent the remainder of his life working towards becoming a fall down drunk… An occupation which— with the help of a whole lot of scotch — he ultimately achieved.
This, of course, eventually affected his wife, big time.
Oh, yeah, we were going to talk about ‘the boat.’
The hoity-toity sub-division that Shannon and Mitchell lived in was on the northern shore of Westlake Lake and, though attached units – facing multi-million dollar homes that, on Westlake Island, faced attached units – the sub-division did have highly coveted docking provisions for twenty electric boats.
In year 2005, having then lived there for twenty-seven years, in rotation, the Lipenskys were offered and jumped on the offer of a recently vacated boat dock.
Problem was they had sixty days to dock a boat in the recently vacated boat dock.
Now, to be honest, throughout these many years Shannon and Mitchell had become slightly more than ‘neighbors’ as, actually, she was becoming to look much better to him. However, still, there had been little more than slightly flirtatious talk, until…
Sorry, but I’m getting ahead of myself and we’ll get back to that later.
Having to come up with money to purchase an electric boat. Looking for a partner, when mentioning the dock space to Shannon, “Hey,” she said, “we’ll go into it with you, if you want!”
Yeah, you bet!
So, yes, the Lynnes and Lipenskys became partners in a docking space along with an older, sixteen foot long, electric, pontoon party boat that they purchased for twenty-two hundred dollars…
Though yet Shannon and Mitchell remained but slightly more than friendly ‘neighbors’ as there had been, oh, slightly more than slightly flirtatious talk. But nothing more than flirtatious talk until Burton Lynne passed away – from acute alcoholism – in May of 2008 and Marsha Lipensky – from a multitude of diabetic complications – in September of 2008.
Now maybe you see how this is going to get to where it's going to?
To be continued
©August 7, 2012 / Mark M. Lichterman