If I'd won, I might have had enough money to convince this silly Manhattan community board to deign to allow one teeny sign to be placed underneath an already-existing street sign in order to name 53rd St. and 8th Ave after Jerry Orbach. The community board "...routinely rejects such requests on principle" because they don't want more signs on their... uh, street signs (this is the area that includes Times Square) and sure, not every average Dead Joe should be honored with an intersection...
But Jerry Orbach? Mr. 42nd Street? Billy Flynn? Lennie Briscoe? El Gallo?! For heaven's sake, give him an intersection, folks! If he can't get a stretch of 42nd named after him, the least we can do -- the least we all can do -- is honor him in his own neighborhood.
I'm guessing people who serve on community boards can't get a position denying folks placement in co-ops, but they need to throw a little authority around somehow. If they moved out to the burbs, they'd join the Homeowners Association and deny the newcomer his choice of mailbox.
Ah, we are each afforded a precious modicum of power in some form or another; if we can't gain more, we simply exploit what we've got to the hilt. And I ain't using the royal We here, either. Now if you'll pardon me, I've got some people to demote and kick out of The World Of Warcraft Guild What I Done Created And Lord Over. I got your DKP right here, pal.