All in Revere
My disdain for politics is well-known (at least by my friends and those that read this blog). My feelings toward the folks that run the City of Revere are also pretty well documented. To cut to the chase, read the post where I tell the powers that be to STFU and get back to work.
So you can imagine my disgust when I read this article from the Revere Journal.
The Readers Digest version goes like a little something like this: an unnamed source says that one of the mayoral candidates tried to get the cops to arrest another candidate for drunk driving -- actually, catch them in the act, then having them arrested.
The person being accused is George Rotondo. In my STFU post, I mentioned that he has been the only politician I've talked to that gave me the impression that he actually cared about the issues that are important to me:
Old Revere Beach, Revere, MABeing a father of two young daughters, every day during the summer is a blessing because it takes you away from the daily musings of the office as well as the typical stuff us dads tend to worry about — beer, food, football, etc. Kidding…we really think having a good home life for our family; ensuring that the finances are in order (current and future); spending time with other family and friends; and, enjoying every minute of life.
The summer is tee’d up for parents, i.e. an open invitation to do whatever you want with the kids — day trips, vacations, pool time, beach fun, backyard grilling sessions, bike riding, etc. It’s the time of the year that you really get to enjoy your family because it’s an active time.
Yesterday the wife and I took the kids to Revere Beach, specifically the Point of Pines in Revere, MA. This part of the beach isn’t the nutty part where Kelley’s is or the sand castles. Rather, it’s a private section of the historic beach that came deeded with my mother’s house.
I’m not a hug beach fan by no means. I hate the sand in my toes. I hate it when sand gets into my sneakers. Overall, you feel like a big salty mess when you’re at the beach. However, since we are there often with the kids, I’ve come to enjoy it really.
Me and the fam on July 3rdThis weekend I had one of the best Fourth of July's ever.
We didn't do anything too crazy nor was what the family and I experienced out of the ordinary.
Our Fourth festivities always starts with the annual Point of Pines block party. PoP as we call it, is a little neighborhood in Revere, MA where my mother has a house that comes deeded with a portion of Revere Beach (a private section that she technically owns). The PoP block party is always on the third of July. As a result, we call it PoP03.
This is what I want the Revere City Council to doI was reading the Revere Journal this morning and specifically a story with the headline, "Conflict resolution - Meetings are marked by fighting, chaos."
Basically, the Revere City Council is spending taxpayer money to fight like little school girls, call eachother names, tattle tail, etc.
Actually, the Journal sums it up nicely in their opening graphs to the story:
The Globe wrote a piece today about the plight of Corey Abrams, who announced last month that he was running for a seat on the Revere City Council. Specifically, the piece is about a caller who threatened Abrams to post pornography on a website he had created and called coreyabrams.com — unless the candidate paid him for the domain name.
This doesn't shock me whatsoever. Local politics can be a brutal sport and in the case of Revere, it's like mash-up of rugby, lacrosse, football and street fighting -- only in this case, the threats are real.
My plight against the City of Revere is well documented, sort of. It was nice to hear from my state representative's office and the media that covers the city -- both of which were very responsive and understanding of the issues I've been complaining about.
To date, I've heard nothing directly from the city. I image that's probably because no one in City Hall reads my blog. That's fine, for now.
Regardless, the eye sores are gone -- the orange construction barrel and the Christmas tree. That's fantastic and I thank whomever is responsible for their removal. I know it's a small gripe, but it was important to me.