The Village Manager Association's three candidates rolled to victory last week. That's barely news. The VMA has rolled to victory for the last 50 years. One-party rule is the edict in our community. But the East Germans tore down the Berlin Wall, and dictators are on the run in the Middle East, so anything is possible.
I've been reading the back and forth on the relative merits of District 97's referendum vote on April 5. There's a lot of parsing of school law, finance and educational programs suggesting that, after the analysis of all the data, an informed decision can be made.
For the first time since integration efforts began in Oak Park in the late 1960s, Oak Park's black population decreased over the past 10 years, according to the 2010 U.S. census. Rob Breymaier, the executive director of the Oak Park Regional Housing Center, described the development as "an historic event." He's right.
Sometimes I feel like the old guy in Coleridge's poem "The Rime of the Ancient Mariner." You'll remember the line: "Water, water everywhere, but not a drop to drink." But instead of being alone on an ocean with only seawater to drink, I have lots and lots of data, but I don't feel like I know anything.
I must admit that I haven't been to, nor plan to attend, any of the Oak Park Plan Commission's hearings on the proposal to convert the abandoned Comcast building to low-income housing. I go to bed around 8 p.m., so evening meetings don't work for me.
I don't recall the Oak Park village board ever asking my opinion about anything, but I now learn that the voters will be given the opportunity to vote on a referendum to seek electricity in the open market [Oak Park to voters: Do you want cheaper energy? News, Jan. 5].
I've been thinking about why I like Christmas. It's not religious. I'm a child of the Enlightenment — the narrative that the son of God was born in a stable 2,000 years ago to save six billion of us because the first one was tricked into eating an apple by a smooth-talking snake.
I never thought that I might be a racist until just recently. To be sure, anyone born and raised in New Albany, Ind., in the 1950s would be exposed to racism. I recollect my dad explaining to me the difference between a "colored guy" and the N-word.