During the war, my home town was surrounded by army camps,marine bases, naval docks and air-fields
Graffitti warnings were everywhere.A small bald pate , two wide searching eyes and a huge bulbous nose hanging over the edge of a long brick wall painted on a wall or the side of a military transport.
Chad.was a warning that "Even walls have ears"
At one point, nights were filled with the sound of rumbling vehicles. In the morning, tank tracks could be seen.
Hundreds of military transports and other vehicles had been brought in and hidden under the trees in the Eglinton Woods ready for D-Day.
All town and street signs had been removed
In case the Germans invaded. It would not be a good thing if they knew where they were.
A long time after the war, the armoured vehicles were still hidden,
forgotten, in the woods. Sunk up to their axles in the earth. They never saw any action.
I was about fourteen.. An impressionable age.
I may have become aware of the flaws of bureaucratic decision-making even before then.
The seeds of political activisim may have been sown at that time.
I think we have a new bossy one commenting..
She has someone who works for her who also believes he has to think of everything.
He is hated by everyone and the laughing stock of all.
She knows about federal govrnment leases and how they must all read the same. She doesn't know a municipality playing landlord is not regarded with favour by big brother. It's a reasons they are trying for a handle on municipal assets.
And of course, she believes a Councillor's role is simply to do what they are told by staff. It's why staff are paid so much and Councillors so little.
It only makes sense,right.