Snowed In

Last weekend was supposed to be our one year anniversary Gala for the Tree Museum. Cancelled due to ice event.

Rescheduled for today. This is my view from my desk at home. Rats.

Fair Game finally got its Black Walnut Whiskey legal--after two years of trying--and we were supposed to release it at the Gala.

I suppose it will keep.

I accidentally did a deep dive into the events in Minneapolis, thanks to Mark Barroso's Chatham Dispatch.

My coping strategy when the world is on fire is to take a news fast. Spotify listening hours go up, NPR listening hours go down. But after a snowed in morning on Substack,

I'm starting to question my own activism.

Canadian Prime Minister Mark Carney's recent speech at Davos had a profound impact on me.

My Memo of Understanding with the Town was deep sixed. I did exactly what they asked me to do--including offering to buy the liability insurance. They rejected that on the basis that the Tree Museum is not a non-profit. I found a non-profit that offered fiscal sponsorship--again, doing exatly what they asked me to do. It was shot down in flames by the Parks and Recreation Department, and by our new Development Services Department.

They seem to think they are "leaders" in green space, at one point snapping, "It's our park!"

Long after Town staff have taken jobs in Zebulon--or wherever their careers might lead them--we will be left here with the flooding, the absence of connectivity, and a desire for trees in our town. Similar to what we have experienced for the past thirty five years.

When I think back on a year of Greenway Conversations that have lead to nothing, on the pent up "citizen powered energy" that the Town of Pittsboro cannot embrace, and while I watch the continued ecological destruction of our town, I'm thinking it might be time to "take the sign out of the window."