Up until now, let’s just say I’d pretty much lost faith in the promises officials and construction guys make.
Our experience was more of the disappointing, disillusioning kind. Public officials and their bureaucrats weren’t necessarily BAD people. Let’s just say you wouldn’t want to actually BELIEVE them. Especially when they made promises and those assurances involved the phrase “done by Christmas.”
Ever notice how everything will always be “done by Christmas?”
The war will be over. The troops will be home.
The run-away will return. The money will come.
Well, sometimes, it turns out, promises are kept. Take our sidewalks, curbs & gutters and street trees and even our mangled landscape bark…all done. Back in place. Cleaned up. Planted. Swept. Hell, even the inevitable scratchings in wet cement. As promised. Okay, not the graffiti, but you’ll see what I mean.
The 375 people who tromped through the property for the annual B&B Holiday Tour hadn’t a clue that just 24 hours before we were a construction site.
Gone were the huge machines, parked somewhere else. Out of the scene were the mounds of blue base rock. Away were the hundreds of “No Parking” barriers. Left behind were just a manageable few, easily collected and put out of sight. Heck, they don’t work on weekends so parking in the “construction zone”…well there ISN’T a construction zone now. Not at the Beazley House.
Sure, First Street still resembles a Third World byway. And yes there are barriers across and down the street. But OUR little piece of the project is done.
For now.
As promised.
And BEFORE Christmas.
