Walking through the master bedroom, with a vaulted ceiling, dark wood floors and his-and-hers bathrooms and closets, Schowalter says she wants to keep buyers focused on the property, not Madoff.
Taking a break from cleaning, a Marshals Service contractor, Mike Clawson, tells Schowalter of the difficulties he has encountered as he has tended to the 20-foot-tall ficus hedge in the front yard and the rest of the trees and greenery that provide privacy from the houses immediately next door.
People have walked by cursing him, assuming he works for Madoff, says Clawson, as he chomps on a cigar from the Dominican Republic. One woman hurled a bag of dog excrement at him, narrowly missing, he says.

Marshals Service Markets Madoff’s Home [Bloomberg]

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Comments (14)

  1. Posted by guest | September 9, 2009 at 12:28 PM

    It was me who threw the bag of Lassie leavings! And I’d do it again!
    Dennis Kneale
    ps: MEEEEP!

  2. Posted by Seaman Bodine II | September 9, 2009 at 12:33 PM

    Can somebody with tin foil on their head explain the market to me?

  3. Posted by guest | September 9, 2009 at 12:38 PM

    Greg’s latest article is still at 0 comments, 1 hour later. I wonder if it will finally hold.

  4. Posted by guest | September 9, 2009 at 12:40 PM

    I am not a vurgin.
    CG

  5. Posted by NakedShort | September 9, 2009 at 12:41 PM

    @SBII/2 People are buying shit

  6. Posted by guest | September 9, 2009 at 12:41 PM

    Ficus hedge? Not privet? Never heard of it.

  7. Posted by guest | September 9, 2009 at 12:47 PM

    Ficus Hedge Fund.
    I am genius.
    (.)(.)clops

  8. Posted by pfluger | September 9, 2009 at 1:00 PM

    I know how dat Clawson guy feels. Everywhere I go, people throw dog shit at me. They are repulsed at the sight of me. But I don’t fuckin’ care about dem jealous bastids. Or yous bloggers. I don’t give two shits about any of you.
    You are jealous of my genius, and my good looks. I coulda been a fuckin’ Goldman BSD, and rented houses in the Hamptons packed with topless broads. But instead I chose to soiv da fuckin’ public. Eat yer fuckin’ hearts out, losers.
    -CG

  9. Posted by guest | September 9, 2009 at 1:15 PM

    I do not have an eating disorder, so do not even start with that stuff.
    D. Kneale

  10. Posted by guest | September 9, 2009 at 1:17 PM

    Bernie used to like it when I threw doggie doodoo on him.
    RM

  11. Posted by guest | September 9, 2009 at 1:20 PM

    Where is everyone today?

  12. Posted by guest | September 9, 2009 at 1:36 PM

    What kind of dog do Bern’s neighbors have? My guess is a corgi. Good thing he didn’t live on Nantucket, that Marshall would be dodging Chesepeake Bay Retriever doodoo.

  13. Posted by guest | September 9, 2009 at 1:58 PM

    Frank questions for Barney…GO!

  14. Posted by Screwtape | September 9, 2009 at 2:43 PM

    Bess, ML died on a cool Sept. evening in 2008. Stan O’Neal is a student of mine.

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