You’ve got Trouble, my friends, Trouble.
Here in my humble home, they built an art Museum, somewhat small, on a chunk of city land, on the rich side of town, and used city taxes to pay for it and mainly the rich use it, but they had problems with funding to get a dentist and doctor for the public health department and, surprise, there are no funds available for the local homeless shelter!
We have the Dodgers staying here every summer and have since as long back as I can recall and I’m 49! Thirty years ago they got new quarters but the stadium is an old, open air one from the last 40+ years. A new owner bought the team and muttered something about moving them and the city big wigs went into panic mode! Within a week they had plans drawn up to design and build a whole new stadium and quarters area, paid for by our taxes! Well, down the road about 25 miles the Mets have a whole new stadium and a complete Mets community built around it so we should have one also.
By the time the community heard of it, the proposition was being presented to the owner and around 75% of the city considered bringing back tar and feathers for the city Big Wigs because things are expensive enough here as it is and, for a smallish town, we have one of the highest power rates in the State! All of the major, powerful Realtors, worth many millions, were for it, especially those owning land around the stadium. (Relators are a Blight Upon The Earth, the cause of ruining forests, mountains, lakes, and whole States because of their greed.) Then the Bankers joined in, smelling riches upon riches and checking to see who was in the vicinity behind in their mortgage payments that they could call in the note and kick them out to sell the land to the Developers, who were already salivating and drooling and ready to put in over priced homes. The City Rulers had already sold out, seeing great amounts of profit rolling into city coffers from tourist and game generated income and higher property taxes, which meant more for them to steal. The Tax collector was licking his beefy jowls, thinking about the ‘secret’ land deals he could do in ‘public’ auctions and rubbing his pudgy hands together as he contemplated his large bribes or kickbacks.
We finally stalled the process, when the new owner hesitated for some reason, mainly that another city in another state which had offered them a multimillion dollar stadium backed out at the demands and costs. We voters started attending meetings and making little comments like ‘we put’cha in there and we kin take ya out!’
So, what’s going on now, we don’t know. The Dodgers are still here, there have been no more threats of leaving and talks have dropped to upgrading the living quarters. Someone pointed out that the field is one of the last of the old time baseball fields and is a part of history, but we just know the city movers and shakers have not given up.
They’re still there, in the background, lurking, keeping hidden, having their secret meetings in the dark depths of city hall, behind barred doors, just waiting… and plotting… until their time comes again to spring out into the light, nefarious plans in pale, pudgy hands.