
This is my corner, and I remember it looking pretty much the same my whole life. But now it has changed, the trees are all gone, and they have stayed gone since before I ran for Council last time. This was what made me get up the nerve to run for Council last time.
Shame on the people that came here from another state just to do this. Shame on the real estate agent that didn’t steer them towards some nice, well-drained farmland and turn them away from an old, established leafy neighborhood. Shame on the architects and contractors who have never said “No” to a client.
But “Thank you Sir, and God bless you” to the guy with the chainsaw on the boom truck who told my wife, “I tried to talk them out of cutting down that big live oak”. While the stripping of this lot was going on, Fred Jordan, my 94 year old neighbor, said to me, “Howell, tell those people that I shed a tear for every branch that is being cut on each one of those live oaks”.
We have a Tree Committee, what do they do? If you want to see the picture of how it used to look, click here. If you don’t want this to happen in your neighborhood, vote for me.
(By the way, Fred had a bad fall on Monday. Please, please pray for his recovery and then pray a little more. Fred is the best, and we all love him)
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