And spread out between 4 major districts who need us to make them work. Downtown, San Marco, Riverside, and Springfield.

Just a little to many to fit in only three of the areas, not large enough to fill four.

For downtown to work economically, it will have to have others. The way that we did in San Marco in the early days. And after San Marco filled, Five Points. Five Points had Orange Park and the Beaches to sustain them economically.

The speculation and greed of the Springfield Real Estate buffoons shut out viable new business development in the commercial district. Even so, a little less snippy campaigning on the part of the LOLAS (little old ladies at SPAR) would have gone a long way to sustaining the 15 businesses that opened and closed within the 4 year period that Boomtown was there.

And so, sadder and wiser, there is a sizeable chunk of us back downtown.

When we piss and moan and complain about the parking, one way streets and vagrant free for all downtown, we arent afraid for each other. We already all know all this stuff, and so does the administration. But we fall easily into the habit of thinking EVERYONE is used to this crap.

Well my Aunt Margie and my Cousin Cindy (a very snazzy CPA) are testament that everyone isnt.

One incident with scary-spanish-mossy-pubes-hanging-out-of-his-crap-encrusted-drawers vagrant guy, and Marge is Out for the count.

Three times of coming downtown with a collection of 50 some odd dollars in tickets and Cindy wants us to come visit her instead.

For EITHER of these venerable women, accidentally stumbling across Man Spore in the form of a steamin pile of crap would be a world stopping event that future generations of Patrick Family children would be solemnly, daringly scandalized by in retellings which would record each rictus inducing whiff of homeless poo poo.

We have somehow lost sight of the fact that regular people need to feel ok and be able to navigate the streets.

Not just us devoted screwballs.