Wednesday, February 9, 2011

Blair Park and the Swarthy Revolutionary

Well...he was handsome!
Good Lord.  A gal steps away from her desk and the whole town falls apart!  Pot Growers!   Closed Session Meetings!  Schools Brace For Layoffs!  Taliban in Piedmont!  Mea Culpa!  Public Apology!  New School Calendar With No Notice To Parents!  Geez, that’s nearly as scary as Piedmont students needing  tutors  or running out of Chardonnay at one of our fundraisers!   Just curious..what would all of those Letters To The Editor have said if there hadn’t been the tragedy in Tucson?  I, personally, was more offended by their opportunistic use of this terrible tragedy to drive home a point than I was by the reference to the Taliban used in Mr. Wieler’s column.  Seriously, with all the uber-educated residents in Piedmont, did we really not know that Mr. Wieler was speaking metaphorically and not referring to Piedmonters actually being nihilists hiding in the hills?  I’m pretty sure we all knew that.  I suppose I was partial to Mr. Wieler’s column but only because the term ragged nihilist brought to mind a tender moment years ago in a seedy bar in Argentina…oh, c’mon, who didn’t have at least one steamy romance with a Marxist revolutionary during the college years?!?  Interestingly enough, I think the message in both Mr. Wieler’s column and that of the Letters To The Editor were similar…advance the cause of civility.  It’s a good cause and in the end, everyone will end up doing that anyway. Those opposed to the Blair Park project will likely end up really enjoying the beautiful new space and the proponents, triumphantly joyful, and feeling great delight over their victory will throw a party to which they’ll invite all the opponents and after about 3 drinks it’ll be one big Piedmont love-fest!  They’ll all become fast friends and thus begins the next mega-million dollar project. Nice!  it's Piedmont's way of advancing the cause of civilty.  Whatever works, I say.  Well, folks... that’s the easy one.  Pot growing conglomerates, secret city council meetings and malicious withholding of school calendar changes all sound far more clandestine than Mr. Wieler’s metaphoric hyperbole.  Gosh, sometimes we Piedmonters make that swarthy, Argentinian revolutionary seem like Mr. Rogers!  But, maybe that’s just me.  Mea Culpa!