The City has just informed me that a $50,000 road project - the installation of a speed table - has been approved for my street and that we will be assessed accordingly. Utter horseshit this, the boondoggle dream of bitter old people with nothing but time on their hands to complain about non-existent problems. It was "put up for vote" via postcards mailed to each home, and I'm probably the only person under 70 to bother to return it. This is a Republic; I elect an Alderman to *represent* the best interests of this community and to do so even in the face of opposition, not to leave it up to majority/mob rule. *This* is why the electoral college exists at the federal level.
Published writer, compulsive reader, Old School Whovian, Match Game enthusiast, NKOTB fan, data hoarder, and - surprisingly, given that list - married with four kids. Welcome to my take on life, fatherhood, entertainment, and whatever strikes my fancy. Enjoy!
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