For the first time since June or July, I shopped at Giant Eagle today because there is a deal on turkeys.
It was like a homecoming except there was no joy. Giant Eagle is just like it was, but so is Meijers and the north-end Walmart where Rosalie and I are now accustomed to shopping.
Heath’s comfort level has bottomed out.
The bloodied Ohio 79 - with its strip malls and billboards - stands as a monument to the city where people will scam people for money.
Heath is where representatives of the people have stolen election signs and have ordered election advertising towed from an empty parking lot, costing the owner $135 because he was using the First Amendment.
Heath is where councilmen have laughed at people who bring their concerns before council. Heath is not resident-friendly, not visitor-friendly, not even business-friendly.
Heath is Good-Ol’-Boy-Club-friendly. Heath is where Club members cluster and cling and write nasty newspaper comments to those with whom they disagree. It’s where the power structure has no notion of fairness, nor a willingness to listen to non-Club members.
It shouldn’t have taken a revolt of peasants to make corrections. It should have taken only a small measure of decency from little Good Ol’ Boys who fancied themselves as bigger than any possible consequences.
The cameras and some Club members are out because peasants won the election. But because peasants scarcely outnumber the Good Ol’ Boys, I am uncomfortable in Heath.
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