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Jun 8, 2019 4:25:09 GMT -5
Post by Lyn𝛿is on Jun 8, 2019 4:25:09 GMT -5
An act to amend section 42.826 (1) and section 42.826 (4) of the District Six statutes, relating to the exemption from the zoning ordinance in title 8(a)(sh) for certain metalworking and transportation related -
I slide the page beneath the glass weight holding down the growing pile of paperwork on the proposed development. The old welding plant had closed down ten, maybe fifteen years ago; the sprawl of the surrounding buildings had begun to press closer to its walls, clusters of offices and houses that now nearly reached the torn wire fence overgrown with grass and still surrounded by faded "No Trespassing" signs.
Several groups, business interests and parents alike, had been lobbying to tear down the plant and to build a magnet school dedicated to science and technology on that plot of land in its place - which was how several very similar zoning exemption proposals had been winding up on my desk in the past few weeks, each only a slight variation on the others.
We'd begun undertaking studies already, to assess the likely impacts of the construction on the housing market. On nearby businesses. On traffic across the district. And then, somewhere we'd try to turn the measurements and data, as best we could, into how much benefit and harm there would be, and to who -
- I catch myself staring into the paperweight, the crystal-clear octahedron with little sprays of cornflowers blossoming from the middle. Ever since the first day in this new position, it's rested there to remind me - on the days when nothing seems to get done - who I am nonetheless working for and whose voices I seek to amplify in the district's politics.
I reach for the glass and rest one hand against its surface, knowing the words etched into the bottom by heart.
Thank you for being an "integral" part of my life. - from the class of '80
I slide the page beneath the glass weight holding down the growing pile of paperwork on the proposed development. The old welding plant had closed down ten, maybe fifteen years ago; the sprawl of the surrounding buildings had begun to press closer to its walls, clusters of offices and houses that now nearly reached the torn wire fence overgrown with grass and still surrounded by faded "No Trespassing" signs.
Several groups, business interests and parents alike, had been lobbying to tear down the plant and to build a magnet school dedicated to science and technology on that plot of land in its place - which was how several very similar zoning exemption proposals had been winding up on my desk in the past few weeks, each only a slight variation on the others.
We'd begun undertaking studies already, to assess the likely impacts of the construction on the housing market. On nearby businesses. On traffic across the district. And then, somewhere we'd try to turn the measurements and data, as best we could, into how much benefit and harm there would be, and to who -
- I catch myself staring into the paperweight, the crystal-clear octahedron with little sprays of cornflowers blossoming from the middle. Ever since the first day in this new position, it's rested there to remind me - on the days when nothing seems to get done - who I am nonetheless working for and whose voices I seek to amplify in the district's politics.
I reach for the glass and rest one hand against its surface, knowing the words etched into the bottom by heart.
Thank you for being an "integral" part of my life. - from the class of '80
