The Big Day

The big day has finally arrived. Tonight I will be attending my neighborhood community meeting to discuss traffic concerns. The excitement is palpable.

My brother thinks that there is no way that the meeting will be anything but a disappointment. He believes that in general there’s no way attending a community meeting on traffic could be anything but a waste of time, let alone the fact that for some reason I’m so excited to attend. This the precise recipe for a huge letdown, he says.

And yet I’m optimistic.

I told him, he has never been to a neighborhood community meeting before so he has no idea as to what might go on. For that matter nobody I know has ever been to a neighborhood community meeting before, so really I’m being a pioneer here.

I’m Edmund Hillary.

There’s no telling who might be there and what might happen. We have no idea.

The way I see it there exists four distinct, albeit vastly different possibilities for the kinds of people who might be in attendence.

a) normal people who are directly affected by the issue at hand (i.e. traffic problems between the previously mentioned streets of discussion — see previous post “Neighborhood Community Meeting” for details)

b) old people who have nothing better to do and are also in search of free coffee, pastries, and donuts (of which I’m hopeful this meeting will have).

c) lunatics who seek and make use of any opportunity available to express their crazy opinions (these people may or may not be old).

d) me

And it is in this third group that I am resting most of my hopes. Because really, all I need is for just one of these people to show up and be given the opportunity to speak to ensure my attendence was worthwhile.

I’m crossing my fingers…

A little over an hour to go…my digital voice recorder is ready to capture the glorious details word for word…

By tomorrow you will all know what happens.

Stay tuned…