Heard the distant din of public announcement speakers at work today and, hoping to see some splashy disaster below (helicopters, police escorts, and Santa Clauses are not uncommon in our parts), I looked out my window to check out the commotion. Turned out, a press conference was right happening downstairs, complete with podium, TV cameras, and a modest crowd. Mandy and I decided that snooping was more fun than endless Excel tables and pressed against the glass to make out what's going on below us.
Moi: They don't have anything free except fliers… wait, is that Tom Menino?
Mandy: That's who I thought, too. That tent says 'Healthy' something. I can't make it out.
(Spotting the mayor on the first try- I'm a regular ol' Bobby G!)
A little googling online confirmed that it was indeed Tom Menino, unveiling a new campaign called Healthy Main Streets. That, and foam dolls that can be traded in for prizes. No, I don't pretend to understand the ways of Thomas Menino. And why he chose to announce this venture in front of my office building, which, as Mandy pointed out, is mostly characterized by the giant intersection that daily threatens our lives and a dearth of shops and restaurants as compared to surrounding neighborhoods.
Sister Claire (who fetched her glasses just so she could snoop in Elaine's empty cubicle): Promote local shopping? There are no shops here.
Moi: That was my first reaction, too! (We've got Stop & Shop, Walgreen's, 7-11, and that's it) But Mandy pointed out the [weekly] farmer's market. Except you have to cross the street to get there. And I'm afraid of the intersection.
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