The Joys of Participation
Some of you have asked where I’ve been. Others, I suspect, were happy I was gone. To all, I’m happy to be here for a variety of reasons. Last August I was hospitalized with a life threatening condition known as a Pulmonary Embolism. If misdiagnosed the mortality rate is over 80%. I was very lucky, since my condition in the ER was first diagnosed as Pneumonia. Even as aggressive IV treatment was begun, and despite apparently conclusive x-rays, a very sharp ER doc remained troubled by the diagnosis. He ordered a CT scan which uncovered the large embolism in my left lung. Admission and a week at Thompson Peak soon followed.
As you might imagine, after my release from the hospital, I had little appetite for the routinely vexing activities of town government. I renewed my commitment to avoid council meetings and the political minutia surrounding them. Unfortunately, as time progressed, disturbing new irritants were unveiled, all with irrational costs, and I my opinion, ill-conceived for Carefree.
My initial 2013 dalliance with resident participation was rewarded with insults and taunts from both the mayor and Councilman Miller. Neither have patience for facts, other than those which they craft. It seems differing points of view are treasonous. The one surprise I noted was an interruption from Councilman Saltzman, who felt compelled to say he couldn’t understand what I was talking about. That comment, originating from a council member who is frequently absent from meetings, even when he does attend, was baffling. I might have been insulted had I not considered the source. When addressing this council, one is tempted to borrow a de facto slogan from Bill Clinton’s first campaign, “it’s the economy stupid.”
Making no effort to reach up for the curb, Councilman Miller’s wife felt compelled to utter an unpleasant remark to me (most likely obscene) as she exited the rear of the meeting room. Fortunately I have significant bilateral hearing loss which is only partially aided by technology. Whispers and/or mumbled comments are most often incomprehensible, with only the sound perceived. In this case, noise was a kind assessment.