It took us YEARS to get a Farmer’s Market here. But last year it started on the sidewalk by MIL’s place of work. This year, we have a place to ourselves…the lot behind Public Works and the Literacy Council. Ha-ha!
1. Nag elected officials at town meetings for twenty years.
2. Suggest a different scenario each time until one is found that isn’t illegal according to the plethora of town codes.
3. Jump through 17 hoops.
P.S. It is a recurring inside joke for me to use the phrase “Waa-laa!” instead of “Voila!” and watch all of the party-pooper comments pour in. TL majored in French and I took four years of it myself. We know it’s wrong. In grad school, we had a counseling professor who always said it to when describing the outcome of a successful therapy technique. I love it and will never stop using it, no matter how many times I am corrected. Waa-laa, waa-laa, waa-laa! But, go ahead and comment. Gotta spend that energy on something.