If I ran Grand Rapids, I would give a copy of the Dr. Seuss classic, If I Ran The Circus and make it required reading for anyone wanting to be part of the development, promotion, and stewardship of this community.
For those too old to remember (or without young kids) here is the synopsis:
“Behind Mr. Sneelock’s ramshackle store, there’s an empty lot. Little Morris McGurk is convinced that if he could just clear out the rusty cans, the dead tree, and the old cars, nothing would prevent him from using the lot for the amazing, world-beating, Circus McGurkus. The more elaborate Morris’ dreams about the circus become, the more they depend on the sleepy-looking and innocent Sneelock, who stands outside his ramshackle store sucking on a pipe, oblivious to the fate that awaits him in the depths of Morris’s imagination. He doesn’t yet know that he’ll have to dispense 500 gallons of lemonade, be lassoed by a Wily Walloo, wrestle a Grizzly-Ghastly, and ski down a slope dotted with giant cacti. But if his performance is up to McGurkian expectations, then “Why, ladies and gentlemen, youngsters and oldsters, your heads will quite likely spin right off your shouldsters!” “
Yes my friends, I have had the pleasure of getting to know a few McGurks and a couple of Sneelocks…in fact, this city is full of these folks. Why do you think anything is getting done? (No offense, but it is not the politicians!)