A Melrose Truth

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Publisher’s Ramblings:

Three owners have told me of their plans to move out of Seventh Avenue. They will leave what they can, but it won’t be the same. It’s not the change that I fear, its of losing the memories. We talked a lot about what Melrose meant to us. You can’t say there weren’t those of us who saw it coming, those of us who tried to help. I’ve always had a fascination with sirens, I wonder why.

Still, I like big cities. Always have. The security of being lost is the only real security in the world, especially these days. Of course, why trade a small town for a big city when you can have both? It’s always amazed me how the most intricate minds of our time will see just about everything, but the truth. Anyone who’s lost, need only ask for direction.

We used to have good information in Melrose. 

Of course, you might get so good at being lost, you’ll start to love it. Then you need it. It’s at times like these I’m grateful for what Arizona and the world have given me, in all its varying forms. I learned to love my home state for what it offered, as well as what it didn’t. Not that they were chains, back then, but it’s been hard for many to leave. 

Watching people grow is not a sport upon which age depends.

Of course, we all have our innocent prejudices. Some of us don’t even fear them. There they were, the 30+ letters from those who mattered enough to be contacted. There was even a letter by Ms. Garmen, articulating with pained diplomacy her concerns about the traffic on Third Avenue. These people didn’t understand when I first met them.

They do now, so far as the public record reveals. 

It’s like I’ve always said about court, the verdict isn’t the only truth. There’s only one way to trust a system, and that’s to watch it. I might never have given Toll Brothers a second thought, if not for the towers they proposed when I was a teenager. No one discussed them, really. Even then I thought to myself, “tallest buildings in Midtown, who are we, New York?” I was relieved to move back from Tucson to find they hadn’t been built. Was it fate they came to my attention, yet again? 

I liked what you brought to the table in July, gents. I would have supported you, if you had any idea who I was. I’m sorry you didn’t. 

Of course, let’s not get ahead of ourselves, because absolutely nothing has been built yet at the corner of Main and Crazy. I daren’t distract from the point here, which is so easy for me to do, as you know. In humans as much as all things, good is done with us, not to us. Transparency is the first step. Outreach, the second. Inclusion, all the rest of it. 

It cost me just about everything I had left, but I finally know where I’ll begin Jasmine, unless someone wants to help with “Melrose.”