As I sit here on this Thanksgiving morning, I count my blessings — a loving wife, both of us in good enough health for our age, a full belly, some good friends still alive, some college classmates connected with us by the Internet — close enough, but not too close.
I’ve made some new friends these past two weeks, at concerned citizens meetings held in some store’s utility space — meetings called for 7 p.m. after work, where some are eating their fast food dinners, some arriving a half hour late, apologizing, saying their boss kept them late.
We were meeting to stop the obvious railroading through of a document that commits our county and its people to raising some $692 million in bonds, a 30 year obligation, including an annual debt service expense of $17,900,000.
Cobb Commission Chairman Tim Lee was insensitive enough to the purpose of the public hearing requirement to present, in the agenda, a version of the document different from that published 10 days earlier; he added insult to injury by making two more ad hoc changes to the document after he had closed the floor for public comments.
After Lee passed his motion, the winning group assembled to celebrate in the Strand, just across the street. As I was walking through Glover Park to my car, I passed the Strand marquee. I could hear the music, the crowd noise of laughter, tinkling glasses, congratulations all around.
In Glover Park, I passed a homeless man, limping along, obviously cold, carrying a sign saying “I’ll work for food.”
This is not America; this is not Georgia; this is not Cobb County. We must stop looking the other way, away from corporate welfare.
This is not about baseball any more.
Attorney at Law