Storm Tide
“The night of Donkey Sparks’s reappointment hearing, Johnny stood at the door shaking hands, guiding people to their seats like a night club maitre d’. He sat Donkey’s family in the first three rows, wife, children, grandchildren; Donkey’s loyal crew and their families in the rows behind. All three local reporters had been alerted. The cable news people were setting up lights and cameras. When the seats were all taken, the aisles filled; late arrivals were peering through the doors. Since four of the five votes were set in stone, it appeared that Johnny went to all this trouble to influence me.The hearing was scheduled to begin at seven-thirty, but at seven, during the open session, Johnny Lynch slowly lumbered to the microphone. “I want to know where we stand on the issue of home-based contractors and parking,” he demanded. “You people are holding an ax over our heads.” Some months ago the legality of local tradesmen working out of their garages had been questioned. It was an emotiona...l issue for them; an equally excitable one for their neighbors, who didn’t want their quiet streets turning into little industrial parks.MoreLess
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