The Fields are receiving a guest tomorrow. He’s not very welcome, but he arrives like a brazen relative at a holiday function. For decades, the river upon which the Fields rest has been prone to bouts of flooding and sees fit to do again soon. I remember the largest in quite some time was no more than six years ago. The city looked like a third-world country. Debris was laying everywhere as the river purged its contents beyond its normal boundaries. Ruined housewares lined the streets while bulldozers scooped them up into dump trucks. Scavengers poked around these mounds in a crass attempt to profit from mass misery. I remember feeling sick in the pit of my stomach watching them creep about town eying each pile as if it were the cover girl for Playboy. Filthy, wretched bottom-feeders.
The local government has not made much progress since then, and several floods have happened in the meantime. The next is predicted to be on the larger size, but not the worst we’ve had. This clarity of its detriment is unquestionable. It drives out business and lowers the value of the area, yet the movers and shakers haven’t done much of either to take care of it. It’s a likely case of self-interest. Washington D.C. has not come to our rescue as it would have every American believe. The Feds are so wrapped up in their own affairs they can’t see half-past the Beltway. They don’t care about some hick town in Ohio, and have demonstrated just that. We obviously don’t have the means to do much of anything, and not even our representatives are speaking up on our behalf.
So, we sit and wait. There’s not much else to do but watch the water rise and hope it doesn’t damage anything important. We watch our property values once again drop, because of apathy. We watch people get hurt because they don’t know how to cope with driving in these conditions. We watch another page in a sad chapter unfold. I’m often badgered into appreciating the luxuries of a first-world country. What about this? Will a hot cup of coffee fix my house? Will a dinner out bring our economy back? Will modest, personal transportation mend a fractured community? No, it won’t. There’s a pecking order of concerns and its time for others to admit that serious problems aren’t being addressed.
…and people wonder why I have a beef with this town.