Shitting on two white ladies with a burrito cart is "fun" and hip.

Getting the city to shift their budget to save the pool in a part of town many people don't even know exists (ask how the city is laid out and people will tell it's divided into four quadrants, I live in the "5th quadrant",) involves taking hours out of your evening to bitch at city council. People in this part of town love their community. We have our own parade and after parade debauch that people get as excited about as your average Midwest town would get about the second coming of Christ (I mean this, people build floats and polish their classic cars for weeks in preparation, adults jump up and down with Glee a week ahead of time). Old timers on the deep end if the peninsula still pretend it's not incoperated. I heard one if them boast that they hadn't been to "the city" in twenty years.

We are going to bitch and bitch and bitch and then bitch some more. There are some very fine, savvy and dogged individuals whom I know from neighborhood association meetings and what not, who's names are spoken like a curse in city hall in the fight.

I always donate, bring coffee to events and show up here and there but I'm in this one, shit has me pissed. My kid loves the pool, I love the buildings architecture and it touches the health and well-being of a lot of people I know.