A recent conversation with Rehoboth City Hall:
Me: You nice folk give me four free transferrable parking permits every year- may I transfer one to my 20-foot RV?
Nice City Hall people: Yes sir.
Me: How about my 900-pound Harley Davidson "hog"
Nice City Hall people: Yes sir
Me: How about my scooter?
Nice City Hall people: No sir, the scooter requires a $40 yearly permit - even in residential areas!
Now what the hey? Why has my scooter been placed in a punitive subclass of vehicles? Unlike the impressive Harley, whose every beat of its metallic heart can be heard from inside my house, the scooter seemed inoffensive, even cute, as it sat all shiny and bright on the showroom floor.
I can think of only one rational explanation. The commissioners are haunted by the fear that someone, somewhere, is enjoying himself (credit to H. L. Mencken). The question to the voters is ... What other nasty little surprises are these rascals capable of? Why are they unable to recognize and repeal a bad law? The traditional American response is to throw the bums out and elect another set of bums in there - perhaps they will have enough class and responsibility as to address their own inevitable mistakes.
John Hughes
who has been there, done that, and has the T-shirt to prove it
former mayor
Rehoboth Beach
