By James Bishop, Jr.
(January 2, 2014)
The supreme irony of life is that hardly anyone gets out alive.
— Robert Heinlein (1907-1988)
Now we know, with John Keats that there is no point in waiting for warm days, now comes a dose of reality as the New Year dawns. Don’t look now, gentle reader, but you, we, every Tom Dick and Harry are knee deep in irony otherwise called incongruities. Consider the principal threats to a healthy community, namely our own.
Some say it’s the tree huggers, others cite liberals or Tea party strategists, or ex- Stalinists or uninformed, vision-less mayors. Truth be known the threats are among us. They are to be seen at the post office, Judi’s and the Grape. No not tourists, not ADOT, no our neighbors; not all our neighbors, maybe less than ten who arrived here from Chicago and from Michigan where they could control the noises around them. Noises like music, chanting, school kids yelling and shouting. “Ironically we came here seeking tranquility—and we thought we’d killed the beast,” shared one former corporate panjandrum with a home near a public park known as the Posse Grounds. Now the city is still considering some sort of performance building up on the Posse Grounds. We are not going away.” Read More→