Please grant OHB some poetic license while I borrow from Edgar Allan Poe’s; The Raven:
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten Henniker lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my study’s door.
‘Tis some visitor,’ I muttered, `tapping at my study’s door –
So I rose, stumbled and opened my study’s door,
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the darkness gave no token,
And the only whispered words that were spoken, were from the Davison’s of yore.
With those Davison stories on paper still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling, I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining, one question burned into my bosom’s core;
Why now and not before…..Only this, and nothing more.’
The sanctity of the Davison’s Conservation Covenant meant to be for evermore should not be dismissed. The town should have recognized any safety issues long ago and moved to correct those issues before the Conservation Covenant was completed.
Vote no to the Quaker Street Relocation Plan
OHB…keeping it real… making it easier for you to find the facts so you can draw your own conclusions…..
“There are things public officials would never do if they thought somebody might call them out on it.”