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Mayor Brown: First of all I'd like to thank you, the citizens of Dewport, for coming out and supporting your community during this difficult time. I know many of you feel that we've lost a great part of our history but I stand here today to tell you-
?: Get to the docks already!!
Mayor Brown clears his throat, with the obvious shock of how fast the news had traveled.
Mayor Brown: Yes, yes umm... I'd like to announce that we will be restoring the harbor and have hopes that the previous owners of our local shops will *mumbling* adhere to the new conditions, *coughing* and welcome some of our newcomers with open arms.
Ollie: Isn't that great Maddie? They're going to rebuild the docks and all the owners get to keep their shops!
Maddie distant: Huh? Oh..oh yeah. that's-
Nor: Look Ollie they have cotton candy!!
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Nor cheery: It's going to be better than ever!! *whispers* and maybe the new businesses will bring in some new cute booys.
Maddie: Oh, uh... yeah.
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Oliver takes his seat, Naomi Taft, the woman who’d once been his wet nurse greets him with a smile as she pulls out his chair.
Mrs. Taft: Good morning Master Oliver.
They were in agreement that when his father wasn’t present he was Ollie and she was Mom.
Ollie: Thank you Mrs. Taft. Good morning dad.
He responds with a disapproving glare of his spoken gratitude to their help.
Oliver pretends not to notice looking around at the enormous spread.
Ollie intimidated: Oh wow Mrs. Taft you’ve really outdone yourself.
Mrs. Taft: You’re father instructed that your usual bowl of flakes be removed from the morning’s menu. He suggested instead I prepare a variety of plates for you this morning.
Ollie: If it’s alright dad I’ll just have the cereal. Oh, that’s okay M-Mrs. Taft I can-
Mayor Brown commanding: Oliver sit. back. down.
Oliver looks towards her apologetically.
Mayor Brown: Oliver I booked an entire resort stay that you have yet to use, I should like to inquire why?
Mrs. Taft pours his cereal.
Ollie unconvincing: I was helping the community build the house for the Birds, I know your schedule required you be elsewhere...
But what he’d wanted to say is that his friends were here in Dewport not some fancy island with dolphins and jet skis.
He knew what his father would say “Oliver you cannot go backward and forwards at the same time”.
His father believed you should only befriend those who were more successful than yourself. His every decision was surrounding the principles of networking. Ollie often thought his very existence was a business move.
Oliver could understand the importance of networking, but he thought networking and making friends were two very different things. Networking was intentional, it was effort, and it was forced. It was his exact relationship with his father and it was tedious. He didn’t have to limit his conversation with his friends, to only mention the things they shared an interest for. They enjoyed listening to the things that made him happy. They hung out with him because they enjoyed his company not because they were hoping to expand their own. They shared heartaches, and grief, scraped knees and bruised egos. His father believed feelings, and emotions to be something you discuss with a therapist.
Even though Oliver hadn’t said his true reasoning his father knew the real answer.
Mayor Brown: I’ll make the accommodations for the lot of you. I would hope that you would invite the Endicott girl as one of your guests.
His eyes held more than hope, and he wasn’t asking.
Priscilla was pretty but she was just as narrow-minded as his father. Everything with her was a show, an act to boost her “image”. Still, Oliver could find a semblance of pride in his eyes when the two were together. He would invite the girl… after convincing Nor and Maddie of course. After breakfast was over he snuck into the kitchen wrapping up the food.
Mrs. Taft: Oliver! What are you doing your father would-
Ollie: I want you to take it home with you.
Mrs. Taft gives him a look: Ollie we are just fine.
Ollie smiling: I know, he plants a kiss on her cheek before slipping out the door.
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2016 State of the City Address
Mayor Brown delivered his 10th State of the City address on Friday which highlighted the decade of changes that have occurred in the city since he took office in 2006. The speech was delivered to the largest sit down audience in the Buffalo Convention Center’s history totaling over 1,600 people where Brown cited $5.5B in development and creation of over 12,000 jobs since 2012.
The biggest announcement was a multi-story building along Ellicott Street that will convert a parking lot into a supermarket and other commercial space. Among other announcements the mayor informed the public that the nearly $50M Northland Corridor Redevelopment project on the East Side will break ground this summer. Finally, Mayor Brown gave the key to the city to Mary Wilson in honor of Ralph Wilson’s millions in philanthropic donation to the region.
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Fillmore Avenue: Bulb-Outs and Bicycle Lanes
David Torke of fixBuffalo reports on the progress of the Fillmore Avenue Streetscape Project; a tangible result of Buffalo's newly minted Green Code. Attributing the revitalization of one of the East Side's most traversed streets to Mayor Brown this $2.2 million initiative is both adding value to the East Side and bringing about a culture change in City Hall.
photo credit: David Torke, fixBuffalo
Big Cities, Big Decisions | Ed Butowsky (by edbutowsky)