Harry arrived at the office early on Monday. He flipped open his office calendar. Hmmmm. Is it June already? Just three months before I retire, he thought. He had decided not to run for re-election. Let somebody else be the mayor for a while. The door opened and his secretary came in. “Sir, don’t forget the planning commission meeting at nine. Don says they have chosen the design for the new tower.”
The small town had been struggling to attract visitors ever since the big box store opened up over in the next county. First, the shoe store closed; next, the bakery; and now they were worried about the grocery store. The feed store and the hardware store were still doing well, but even Harry had bought his last tractor over in Davisville.
Other towns nearby had tourist type things, like The Giant Ball of String, and the Rock Garden of Angels, and the Viking Runestone, but everybody knew that was a fake. A Tower in the Park would be just the thing to revive the town.
The Mayor grabbed his folder and walked down the hall to the meeting room. He wanted to be early enough to see the winning design before the others came in. “G’morning Mayor Hastings! I think you’re going to like the one we chose. And I had my son make me a power point presentation. All I have to do is plug in my laptop.” And he stooped down and reached under the table. Getting back up, a bit out of breath, Don said, “You ‘re gonna love it!”
“Which one did you pick? asked Harry. But before Don could answer, Marjorie came in grumbling about the early hour, and Tim was right behind her carrying the doughnuts because it was his turn to pick them up. Soon, all the committee members were seated and Don opened the meeting.
“Meeting will come to order. Marjorie will you read the minutes, please. Just as she began, two police cars and a firetruck roared down the street, but Marjorie kept right on reading while everyone peered out the window. ‘The minutes are read and approved,” said Don quickly “and now the agenda today, is 1. Loose dogs, 2. Street Repairs, and 3. The New Tower. “ Why don’t you begin, Clarence.”
Clarence wiped the doughnut crumbs off his mustache and exclaimed, “It was a good week for dogs. I think the large print notice in the newspaper reminded everyone to keep their dogs fenced or leashed. Just one phone call from Mrs. Evenson about her neighbor’s dogs digging in her rose garden.”
“Okay, now on to street repair. Ken?” “Well, we are still recovering from spring flooding, especially down around 4th Street, but we have finished filling the potholes on Highway 49 and repainted the yellow no passing zones by the school. Mrs. Evenson called in about a sewer grate near her house, but that’s an easy fix, so it’s lookin’ good!”
Now Don strode over to the desk where the computer was and announced, “And here is the winner for the Tower design, which will go in the park over on Bay Street. We had about eight entries. The judges were not able to award the job to the most beautiful one. A few citizens called in, expressing the fact that they didn’t want flashing lights, especially Mrs. Evenson because her bedroom window looks out on the park. And one person from St. Barnaby’s wanted something that included all races and was gender neutral, but that didn’t seem to apply to any of them. Now, here is the winner.”
And everyone gasped as the tower appeared life size on the old tattered film screen which the Mayor didn’t even remember they had. “It was the only one that had the two main things that we needed. A small base and lovely trees on the ground, so it fits in with the park landscaping. And, the height had to be taller than the silos over on Green’s farm, which you can see from the freeway. The height was the clincher when we voted. And guess who designed it! Mrs. Evenson’s grandson who works up in the cities at 3M.”
The mayor put Ken in charge of hiring a construction crew, and work began right away. And on July 4th, they celebrated the new tower with fireworks and people came from all over to watch.
written for SLEA2 first week builders/writers