You can’t miss ‘em. They travel in swarms, with identical logos on their sweat-stained Ts, hawking stickers and wielding clipboards. They swoop down on the unwary festival goer with a simple greeting that belies their rapacious hunger for your affirmation. “Are you a registered voter?”
By the mid-nineties, downtown was a ghostly image of its heyday in the fifties. However, if you’ve lived in these froggy environs for ten years or more, it is unmistakable. Downtown is booming.
Interesting, we are the focus of the denizens of the Great Lakes watershed, yet there is no legislation on the horizon, no mandates from State (or Federal but, then, Secretary Pruitt is another matter altogether) lawmakers, no real plans for dealing with this impending disaster of unusable water.
The agenda, Wade’s Big Ideas and the nagging background necessities, must all take a backseat. The most inscrutable of America’s problems has reared its ugly, bitter head, and Wade must take it on immediately lest it consume his mayorship. Racism.