Stop building in my shadow
When you are ruler of the universe, no detail is too small (to catch your eye). Leastwise, if you are the Mayor of this magical kingdom.
A mayor (a real mayor, who was elected by the citizens of his small community to take care of real business) is upset. As the saying goes, he has a bone to pick. Seems that the ruler of everything has moved to stop development in the tiny town of St-Anselme-de-Bellechasse. No new street filled with suburban homes… because… the ruler wants to “densify” the big city, and if people can move to the country then they might not buy into condos and city-centred living. Who knew?
Imagine that, people living where they want, rather than in the big city. And the rationale (poor excuse) is that those country mice might want to come into the city, from time to time, and USE THE FACILITIES.
Pardon me while I sigh.
But it’s the weekend. Given my sore throat and generally grippy state, I’m going to miss the hamfest tomorrow. They weren’t expecting me, so life will continue. I’ll have to wait for next spring to stare at tables loaded with other people’s stuff. I feel saddened, but my germs could contaminate a whole sector of the population.
Looks like the magazine store up the way from work is closing. Now that’s not good; I’ve injected regular doses of pocket change into used paperbacks and niche revues (2600, for example). An oasis in a city that doesn’t have a real bookstore. Time to range farther afield.
