With the prospect of a geological miracle in view
Oh, to have the unbridled optimism of our local mayor. Maybe it’s genetic (or pharmaceutical), but here is a man that can find something to distract him, any day of the week.
Why, just today, he announced that maybe we would withdraw our candidacy as a co-host city for the 2016 Universal Forum of Cultures.
Sorry to shout out loud, but when this city was selected, that’s how loudly he pronounced his civic pride in the fact that Quebec was “there” in the eyes of the world. We would put on a show that would make us (the citizens of this fair city) the envy of the civilized world.
Today, almost as an aside, this same mayor mentioned that maybe we wouldn’t be continuing in that direction. Because (wait for it) we might just have the lock on getting the Olympics in 2-0-something.
Oops! Sorry, again.
To interject a moment of reality, there isn’t a mountain high enough (reference taken from an Marvin Gaye song playing as an earworm) for the big event (Men’s Descent On Expensive Planks). There won’t be in 2-0-something. Geology doesn’t work that way. Our mayor is not an expert in such matters.
The mayor has been told that a high official from the Committee is coming to town, and he’s going to tour the tiny mountain to see if there is a miracle in progress. There you are. Sufficient to put culture aside and redon the robes of a mayor with rings in view.
And we try to teach our children to foster reasonable expectations.
