Gennaro Likes Dinero But He's Mad at Me
In it, I mention that Gennaro was not happy with Friday's column.
He was not happy with today's column either. Instead of calling me, he called my editor this morning.
His complaint? Not that there were factual mistakes in the column. Not that I misquoted him. His complaint was I never identified myself as a newspaper person.
I sure did.
When I called him last Thursday at the number I had for his office, I told his secretary, Tiffany, who I was. We had a nice talk. She thinks Gennaro is a "great guy," but then, she said, she's only worked for him for a month.
In any case, he called me back very quickly after Tiffany said she would try to get a hold of him.
Gennaro and I had a nice talk too. He was quite forthcoming, right up to admitting he was late checking himself into jail.
Anyway, when he called me on Sunday to complain about what he believed was unfair in my column, he didn't mention not knowing who I was or what I did for a living. He just seemed to think I'd been harder on him than I should been.
Given that he didn't deny stuffing his client's house with 11 tenants, serving her with eviction papers and that as the trustee of property, he never paid a dime of her mortgage, I thought it was pretty gutsy for him to talk to me at all.
Now, he's saying he didn't know he was talking to a journalist. Gennaro is the gift that keeps on giving. And taking, if Makra Opoku can be believed.
She's suing him, alleging fraud and other not nice things. The DAs office also continues to investigate his activities.
I have a question for Gino? Who did he think I was - asking all those impertinent questions - if not a journalist? A vacuum cleaner salesman?
Read the column. It's good.
UPDATE: I just heard from Gennaro. More later.