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What I’ve Lost

I am certain it is not clear to you the extent of my loss. The lemon tree that took 19 years to bear fruit; buried atop my son’s placental home; planted by my mother who died in my son’s nineteenth year in her bedroom, in the house I’d lived in all my life-she knew him, she helped birth him, she drove like a javelin to Santa Monica, to the converted farmhouse that served as a freestanding birthing center, ensuring his literal birth in a barn. This lemon tree was cut down…by the subcontractor…who is now dead.

My son grew up in that house. He called it a crapshack because he was, in childhood, quite gangling and sometimes ungainly. He was forever stubbing his toes. It was a cottage. It couldn’t be helped that he was a bull in a china shop. Nevertheless, that crapshack was his childhood home and the satellite around which we wove our travels in the world.

We built, my mother and I, a library in that house. Venice thrift shops provided much of our largesse.  We collected, and read, hundreds of books. Destroyed, now, many of them, the bookcase standing in the yard with many of my other klediments.

I knew the man who built my crapshack, by hand. He was a JW. His name was Elmer Lambert. His wife’s name was Ima. I remember they had a daughter, but might also have had a son. The house was a one-bedroom cottage with hardwood floors, built in cabinetry, a counter between front room and kitchen that could be used as a table, serving area, and lookout point. The front door boasted a barn-door type window, giving an unimpeded view of the front and side yard. The doorway was wider than average.

All the doors in my house, save the front entry, opened to the left. Behind the door to the bedroom, Mom had built a linen closet to house our dishtowels, cuptowels, bath towels, sheets, small blankets, some small kitchen appliances. The left-opening door, when left open, provided cover for the cabinet.

I had to step down once into the kitchen. I had a white ceramic sink that was deep, and boasted knobs for hot and cold. It was a piece of a countertop, cookware storage, and under the sink storage unit. Facing the sink, my stove was to my right. I had hooks, hangers, cabinets on the upper walls to the left; a hanger for mugs, a couple of places to hang dish towels. Had a mirror mounted in there, and a light. The large rectangular window above me provided morning light from the east.

I love to cook. My son loves to cook, but he has to have a whole lot of room and prep area. Me? I can whip up something palatable with a couple of burners, but it gets monotonous. I’ve been living like poverty for over a year now with a gas stove that is not connected to the gas line because the contractor left the line capped, providing no connector. There are many gas lines under this structure because a gas line was run to operated the gas dryer I do not have and to the hot water heater that was placed alongside the “driveway” because this structure was built without plans.

The flooring in the bathroom is mushy and feels about to give way at any moment; there’s a leak somewhere, likely because the shower was not installed properly and was not sealed. I have no warranties, even thought I was promised three years of warranties by Safeco Liberty Mutual if only I worked with their preferred contractor.

I had a back door, through which I could generate cross-ventilation, get to my back yard easily. I still have the t-poles for my clothesline, but my undamaged workshop was torn down to make way for a “garage”. There was a scheme to turn my verdant paradise into a heat island, bordered by asphalt and cement. My yard was full of green and flowering plants, including succulents, bougainvillea, lavender, night-blooming jasmine, honeysuckle, a variety of roses. This in an area zoned for livestock and farming. I live in the County of Los Angeles. There are horses here. There are chickens here. There are nurseries here. But the County is gentrifying, which brings me to my property tax status.

In California, in Los Angeles County, in 2015, my property taxes were ~$650 per year. Now, in 2019, my property taxes have tripled. This job, done by Vince Paglia, was accomplished by tearing down my 1923 hand built Rambler home. I had a workshop in the back yard with a waist-high, full-length hard wood worktable. There were shelves that I remember saving magazines in because of the vertical dividers in the cabinet. There were shelves and cubbyholes on the walls. There was a great, heavy wooden drawer, that I possess still, that fit into the worktable. Vince Paglia tore down my workshop, the unpermitted expansion that was used for storage to put up a parking lot and I don’t eeeven have a car.

I miss Segovia. Segovia was a death cactus that grew in a ring of tires. Segovia was very tall, perhaps 7′-8′, and bloomed at night. When in bloom, Segovia’s scent wafted over the yard, blending with the night-blooming jasmine, sometimes the honeysuckle and lavender very faintly. Segovia provided most of the privacy in my back yard, grown along with the honeysuckle that grew on the fence. When Mama Gin lived next door, she was a homeowner who worked for the IRS. Her son served in the Air Force. Her daughter was a flit. She and Mom shared the care of the trees planted along the property lines between the houses. Mr. Lambert took care of most general maintenance, but Mom was pretty handy with tools.  Mom and I took care of the gardening and yard maintenance when I was growing up.

I remember Mr. Lambert gave me my first nickname. He called me Sputnik because I was his satellite as he worked about the place, prattling to him with my 2 or 3 year old self. Ima, Mrs. Lambert, always offered me fruit. I grew up kindly towards the JWs because I grew up with experience of the Lamberts.

I used to play and work in my workshop. I haven’t been able to use my spinning wheels because the inadequate garage is packed to the gills with my household goods. I haven’t been able to unpack because the house is now smaller, configured differently, has not even a closet, though a one-bedroom, one-bathroom was paid for. More than $80K was given to Paglia for goods not in this structure. I wish I did have the vent-free, infra-red heaters for which he received pay. I wish I had my back door. I wish the attic vents had been installed instead of the fire sprinklers for which I have no instruction manual. I don’t know what I’m supposed to do with these things because I never had them in my home before.

Vince Paglia and Kent Stiles of Safeco Liberty Mutual have put me in a bad way, I tell you what. I learned from reading the legal bric-a-brac that your insurance provider is not supposed to leave you any worse off than you were before you filed your homeowner’s claim. Maybe this is why Stiles has changed my claim number from 12-digit number to 22-digit number, and when I call to inquire about this claim number that I don’t recognize, no one else recognizes it either.  This brand new claim number is recorded on my claim history with the databases that record such data and hold it for seven years, along with the date of loss of every claim I’ve ever allegedly filed with Safeco Liberty Mutual, the cause of said loss, and the amount paid out to mitigate the loss. This brand new to me claim number even says my loss was caused by water. Imagine, the insurance company is recording false information; my loss was caused by the wind.

If my claim settled and paid out $48K under one claim number, why are $430K and $439K recorded under that new claim number as the amount paid out on those official records? Those records can impact the premium I’ll have to pay for insurance when I manage to escape from Safeco Liberty Mutual.

I have referred to the scam through which I’ve been put as GASLIGHTING. I hate being gaslighted, especially by a corporation that should have a fiduciary responsibility towards me, the insured, who paid premiums, on time, since 2011. Instead of being appreciated, I’ve been robbed.

I believe Safeco Liberty Mutual and Paglia and Associates do not appreciate the severe loss they have caused me. I think the dead contractor kindled the wrath, though….

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Of Engineering Reports and COs

The first adjuster who worked my claim requested an engineering report to better assess the damage than the appraiser who came out to make the initial assessment. It was the appraiser who recommended an engineer come and take a look because there might be hidden damage that he was not able to check. The engineering report, May 2016, concluded that what was needed was about $48K of repair as the damage was confined to my bedroom. The report’s conclusions were to be considered relevant until their expiry in March 2018. The engineering company reserved the right to amend or supplement the report if additional relevant information became available.

Enter the second adjuster. I was under the impression that the contractor brought to my home by the field adjuster came to make repairs based on this report. Instead, I was told that repairs could not happen because I had no foundation. My entire house would have to be torn down. I guess the report was read and focused on the statement that the foundation system of the house was unknown. There was no damage to my workshop, but they tore that down, too.

I have requested the additional relevant information from the adjuster that I think of as the mastermind of this fraud. They need to present a documented justification for tearing down my home. The contractor submitted a Certificate of Occupancy (CO) to the adjuster to get paid, but he started getting paid in February 2017 when the house was in demolition. The CO was dated March 2017, issued in September 2017. Submission of the CO to the insurance company is an indication that all work is completed. There needs to be some explanation of why the contractor was paid after I told the mastermind that material and services listed on the sole document in my first claim file did not exist at this house. There was a check cut in March 2018 for $80K for things not present, but paid for, like hardwood floors, vent-free heaters, and an Alder door. I told the mastermind this. He told me to file a police report. I did, submitted it to him. He gave it to another adjuster, creating another claim, effectively making the police report that noted the stolen items in detail, disappear. No matter what I told the mastermind, he paid the contractor.

What began as a $48K repair job mushroomed into a $430K gaslighting nightmare for me, and plenty of money for the adjusters and contractors to spread around, I guess. The Claims Department and the Presidential Service Team of Safeco Insurance have worked for a solid year to prevent me from speaking to anyone other than the mastermind and his coworkers. They want me to go away. They tell me I have gone as far as I can with them and should consider alternative methods for dealing with this problem as I am still dissatisfied with their resolution of this fraud. Gall. Brazen gall.

For more than a year, I have been paying an insurance premium that I thought was too high for what this here is. I contacted Underwriting after being told by a conscientious employee who provides policy service that Underwriting had placed some sort of hold on my account. I called in and got a bot, asked for Underwriting, and was put through. Had I called and been directed to Claims, I would never have been allowed to speak with them. I was able to inform them of all the changes to my house, which were never reported to anyone outside of Claims, but should have been, and realized a substantial reduction in my premium and a refund of the monies spent over the past year. I asked if I should have paid a premium while there was no house standing in this empty space and was told no, they did not insure empty lots, and I would have to have the adjuster contact them to correct this error. I did ask the mastermind to address this, but doubt he will.

Fraud takes a long time to trace and uncover. Heading into the third year. I have no doubt the mastermind and his friends have run this scam on many people, but they didn’t have time to follow-up or were satisfied with what they were given. In fact, the adjusters suggested that I should be grateful for the “brand new house” that I’d been gifted. They really make me want to Wayne Brady them. They need to be audited. I hope I can shut these bastards down so they can’t do this to any more people.

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Trevor Haaswyk

Trevor Haaswyk was the Safeco adjuster who responded to my claim 19 days after I logged it.

He sent an engineer here to assess the damage. Donan’s engineer’s report said there was no structural damage to my storage unit, nor was there any damage to any other part of the house, save the bedroom.

Proof, I did not imagine Trevor Haaswyk.

Proof, Kent Stiles and Vince Paglia conspired to defraud me.

Proof, Kent Stiles signed off on and “paid” for the destruction of my home.

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FINANCIAL ELDER ABUSE

Guess what? I have been victimized by my tortfeasor attorney because he allowed my homeowner’s insurance funds to be taken by Beal Bank with his full knowledge and assistance. Wonder if I have to sue him to get my money back as Beal Bank continues to play dummy?

Financial Elder Abuse. Who’d a thunk it?

Hope it is a felony.

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Case Closed?

Looky here, folks. The final tote board. Not one indication of the $48K taken from me, no indication of the foreclosure that propelled me into bankruptcy, except that Beal Bank is clearly listed as a creditor. My, my.

That $1680 – $68.40 are the only fees recorded by the Court. Tortfeasor Brad Weil filed for >$9000 in attorney’s fees. I objected, citing his failure to represent me, his failure to account for my insurance monies, his failure to perform due diligence, his negligence & malfeasance. The Court agreed with me as his fees have been removed from the final accounting.

I have been robbed under the cover of the law.

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BEAL BANK RESEARCHES MY CLAIM

I have now received two acknowledgement letters from Beal Bank. All sorts of acknowledgement, but none of my cash.

Gaslighted for more than ten years, made to pay a mortgage I did not owe nor own. Wrongfully foreclosed against my property. Forced me into bankruptcy. I believe they bribed/threatened/paid off my bk attorney because he let Beal Bank’s claims go unchallenged, up to and including when they stole my homeowner’s insurance claim funds, cloaked the theft under the cover of a nonexistent Estate, and provided no accounting and no prommissory note plus original Trust Deed.