My friend wrote me the other day. The subject was a
preplanned, more perfect city that was being purposed for parts of Aitkin and
Cass County. Money was at one time appropriated to study the concept, both from
private and government sources, but it really never got off the ground. The
biggest reason appears to be that the people, who already lived there, where it
was planed, didn’t want it. I guess if I had been living there, I would have
been on their side of the aisle.
I think the concept of the perfect city has been brought up
many times in many places. I believe that the city of Jonathan, out in the
western suburbs of Minneapolis was mentioned in those circles. Not sure what
happened there but apparently it never became that much.
One of the biggest problems to me when you say “perfect City”
is –define perfect. Talk to 100 people and you will get 100 different answers.
How do you work that out with out making some people compromise on their ideas
and if you do compromise, then your idea of perfect, becomes not so perfect
anymore. I took it a step farther and asked myself what would my perfect city
look like?
Well to start with it wouldn’t be a city because I lived in
a city for many years and never liked the closeness, the noise, the hustle and
bustle of busy people doing what they had to do to survive. To be fair they
were good people just like you and I so it was nothing personal with the
people. It was just the way we had to live that bugged me. In my perfect place
to live I would be able to enjoy the great outdoors right outside my own back
door. I could sit on my dock on a cloudless night and see stars you never saw
in the city at night. I could breath air that didn’t smell and taste like
someone else had already exhaled it. I could hear all of the creatures of my
surrounding area, as they went about their business without hearing other
mechanical devices, like my neighbors air-conditioned or a wailing fire truck
or some kid doing a burn-out with his fast car. I could hear the breeze
rustling through the trees or the rippling of the water on the beach and the
only interference would be my own breathing. I do have a little redneck streak
in me and I own a dog, a gun and a pickup truck that seem to go with the
territory, so there you go my friends.
Life will never be perfect where ever you live but I’m
thinking I have done the best with what I had to work with. I know this because
for all practical purposes I’m happy and happiness is usually a sign that you
have made some good choices in life. Oh-- there have been some bumps for sure.
I lost the love of my life a couple of years ago but you know what-- I think I
found someone else to share my life with. My health is pretty good and I have
so many nice friends. Who could ask for anything more? I have a strong faith in
my God and a great place to worship him.
I wonder if those people who wanted to create that perfect
city knew about where I live. I sincerely doubt it because if they did they
wouldn’t have been looking for a different place. Guess I for one am glad they
never came over here.
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