At a nearby restaurant, while finishing my coffee, a neighbor approached and sat for a minute to talk about next Tuesday. He said "You saw the warning, right? You saw article 27 about the $15k for the Danville Historical Society?". I admitted I hadn't gotten that far. He said "How the hell can they ask the voters to just give them fifteen grand when they can't pay their bills?".
I admitted that sounded suspect. He added "If the bank won't lend them the money, there's no reason why the Town should just throw it away. I'm sure to speak out against that one."
It's like listening to the kids leaving the highschool lot at the end of the day. They wait at the end of the school driveway and rev their engines and then shoot out onto the Peacham Road, spitting gravel. We're revving our engines and on Tuesday the gravel will fly.