Getting out early and walking each morning gives one the opportunity to do a lot of observing and thinking.
Recently, on one such walk, I was contemplating how fortunate I was to live where I do. Fate could have placed me in Florida with the hurricanes, in the Midwest with the floods, or on Truman Avenue, where I might have been tempted to grow vegetables.I then began counting just how many yards in my vicinity that I would gladly trade weeds for vegetables. I see some parking strips with weeds up to 2 feet tall. And I can guarantee not one resident has been reported to the police.
C'mon now, an old man is going to court because he grows food?
Shame on you, people on Truman. Don't you really think there are worse problems in our city than this?
And the city - with chuckholes, corruption, drugs and gang violence - do you really think this case warrants already clogged court time? Not to mention spending taxpayer dollars. I say no.
Of course, the city could always handle it the way the federal government would. Pay him to stop growing his vegetables, and grow weeds instead.
Shirley Burr
Kearns