crumbling

My city is crumbling under the weight of its 375 years. Navigating the potholes and the road closure signs are more than people can bear and indeed our former mayor rightfully paid the price for his arrogance. He planned for an anniversary party without thinking that you cannot shut a city down and rush to the finish line without consequences.

Shop keepers lost their businesses when their streets seemed to be in eternal construction mode in preparation of a party that saw them get a revised tax bill for their troubles. Many filed for bankruptcy and shut the door.

Don’t get me wrong, this city is in my blood but civic planning isn’t their strong suit and decades of mismanagement and organized crime interference are now resulting in chickens coming home to roost.

In the meantime motorists and pedestrians navigate Montreal like the minefield it has become and the next two years will continue to see more misery before all returns to some semblance of normal.

May God grant us patience.


Comments

  1. Please do not pray for patience. The Bible tells us quite clearly how we get patience: by enduring sustained trouble. Maybe you are short on trouble, but as for me, my ordinary life gives me plenty without my asking for more. Do not pray for patience.

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    1. just a form of expression but point taken Abby

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