Today I received a comment meant for the posting on October 23, "Learning About Our Yesterdays". Since not everyone reads the comments, and this particular comment is not only a good one, but sincere, I decided to give it a place of its own.--ed.
"I feel like treasuring what we have has been made to feel like a crime in this town. Does treasuring our town mean we don't want to see us prosper? Of course not! Isn't the Joni Mitchell lyrics fitting?
They paved paradise
And put up a parking lot
With a pink hotel, a boutique
And a swinging hot SPOT
Don’t it always seem to go
That you don't know what you’ve got‘Til it's gone
They paved paradise
And put up a parking lot
They took all the trees
And put them in a tree museum
Then they charged the people
A dollar and a half just to see 'em
Don't it always seem to go,
That you don't know what you’ve got‘Til it’s gone
They paved paradise
And put up a parking lot
Hey farmer, farmer
Put away that DDT now
Give me spots on my apples
But LEAVE me the birds and the bees
Please!Don't it always seem to go
That you don't know what you’ve got‘Til its gone
They paved paradise
And put up a parking lot "
Posted by anonymous
--from a comment posted to 10/23/08 "Learning About Our Yesterdays"
Joni Mitchell in concert 1970
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