I have to attend four local government meetings as part of my graduation requirement. I went to my first one today - a meeting of the Town Center Committee. They've been working for five years on a plan to improve the fairgrounds in town, to make it more of a traditional New England town green. They've got a great federal grant lined up, got it past almost all the committees.
Except, they spent the better part on tonight's hour long meeting talking about a bench. Seven responsible adult men, all of whom were in good spirits and friendly, spent forty minutes deciding what bench they wanted to put, because the last one was rejected by the final committee for being too modern. Eventually, they decided on a slightly more traditional bench, black sides instead of silver.
I hesitate to imagine what it would have been like if it was more than seven of them, or if they weren't all polite and laughing. Bureaucracy is a strange machine indeed.
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