The Politics of the City

So for those of you in-town tourists, now that the political show under the big top is adjourned for a while, check out what Mr. Reed is doing in the little top of the city politic itself.

Music festival muddies by the big muddy 300 year rainstorm, yet salvages with two July humid days, and bringing in the people to the downtown. It really is quite a pretty city. The politics though, always seems to be as muddy and debriis-filled as the susqy at her most mean looking.

She can sure handle a load, and anyone who's been tracking the big top for as long as I has, has seen it all so much that it all comes full-circle, maybe twice already. The ebb and flow of it like a river holding a storm. mr. Reed, your damn idea was a bust because it might help tourism, but might hinder floods, in the most flood-prone state.

We under the dome can handle our loads two, whether it is educating each other or doing what we perceive to be the good deed of serving politics as best we can in our own little fiefdoms, but it's a job somebody has to do.

So downtown was a hoppin on a nonsession night Monday night, the momentum of the lobbyist-fueled smoke and mirors, dinner and arm twisting, a little more light shining in on the process this time around.

When in Rome do as the Romans do. This weekend, it's play guitar.

Oh, by the way, a city cop wanted to spend some of the taxpayers time harassing this skater traveling gas-free up Walnut Street, sai peace officer was ready to block traffic at third and walnut to make his point that he was Johnny Law. I thumb my nose at any applicable ordinance and would fight it if brought to the fore. City Council thinks they can get smokers to stop smoking in city parks, well, Mr. Reed, instead of harassing skaters, how about the dude who asked me for a light at the Walnut St. pavillion. I said, are you testing the city ordinance. I saw many instances of this infraction and no enforcement, so what little city council veto override does when not enforced. But harass the expert skater trying to save on gas and find a non-business public parking space that is not in a parking authority garage...street-parking free areas, that's right, tow the tourists and fine them for trying to park in your illustrious city.

So, I pick my board up and walk it across the intersection ignoring the cop and kicking my way up third street to meet this beautiful new GF of mine and her Jeep Liberty full.

Should th ecops enforce the smoking ordinance at the beach boy concert tomorrow night?