Earlier today, in what Yoggi Berra would describe as an act of deja vu all over again, I served a Notice of Code Violation on Commissioner Joe Carollo's house, and to keep in the spirit of those golden days of yesteryear, I discovered that I still had the shirt I wore in 2010 in my closet.

My Notice of Code Violation in 2010, started a 3 month dog fight because of the city's initial refusal to deal with Sarnoff in the same way that they dealt with everyone else - some things never change, do they -  but after I, and a guy named Steven Murray, who at the time was a member of the Coconut Grove Village Council,  dug up so much shit on Sarnoff that he ended being served with a total of 7 separate Code Violations, he finally threw in the towel, and on a weekend in December he quietly moved all of his legal office furniture out of the house, and moved into the offices of Jay Solowsky on Biscayne Boulevard.

Here is a copy of the of the real Code Violation that finally did the trick.

Here is a copy of the Notice of Code Violation.

In Miami, some things never change, and I don't expect Colonel Klink to behave any differently this time than Carlos Migoya behaved in 2010, when he allowed Sarnoff to wiggle around in an effort to evade real punishment for his behavior.

In fact, given that Carollo has been gunning for the Colonel with threats of getting his fellow commissioners to go along with his desire to fire him, I would look of a Quid Pro Quo deal to be struck where Carollo gets a pass, and Colonel Klink keeps his job, because,

It's Miami, Bitches!

On September 6, 2010, 5 months after I started writing this blog, and after I discovered that then City Commissioner Marc Sarnoff was operating an illegal law firm out of a house he owned in Coconut Grove, and by law firm and as part of the deal he used the parking spots across the street at Blanche Park as parking for his clients, I served him with a Notice of Code Violation from The City Of It's Miami, Bitches!

Here's the photo of that day.