Since my forced removal from the Presidency of North Shore a little while ago I have removed myself from active participation from seven other committees or city task force committees so that I can concentrate on my new mission in life ---- North Shore. (Those seven are, for those who want to know: Permitting Task Force (city), Historic Preservation Task Force (city), CONA Vision Committee, North Shore City Team meetings, Fourth Street Beautification Committee (I turned over the full chair to Susan Nice), North Shore NDR Committee (I turned that committee over to the leadership of Lane Lastinger), St. Petersburg Heritage Trust (this is a local preservation group that I am a board member on) and last but not least the North Shore Landscaping Committee of which I was the Chairman and lowly laborer. It is the last committee that I choose to write about here.
Now since my return from vacation I could'nt help but notice that after about two months of neglect (about the time I quit) the landscape islands are looking pretty bleak. Actually weedy.
Now you all know Barry Fry. Well you probably don't know him but you have read his lovely prose in regard to me. Stuff like everything that is bad in North Shore is my fault. Stuff like that. But for now lets just focus on weeds not so much on Barry. We will talk about Barry later.
They (the weeds) are out there. There growing in numbers in every little North Shore island and planter and they feel neglected. Well one of them, the head weed, was telling me just this morning that he wants to be thrashed and pulled out by the roots by infamous North Shore Landscaping advocate Barry Fry and then thrown into the road to rot and be run over by speeding cars. I said, don't get too exciting I don't think Barry's coming. He does'nt like to get his hands dirty. He won't come and get you, he'll try to get someone else to come out and get you. Or he will write some ditty on this Chat Box about how buzy he is in some other state or performing some other important mission in Angola.
Another little weed, just a tike mind you, wants to be pummeled by Greg. He knows Greg is out there lurking and the suspense is killing him. He just wants Greg to step up and wack him now. This waiting and wondering when Greg will show up is too much for the little tike. And lastly, one mean fat little sticker weed said he dares anyone to come out and pull him out. Not Barry, not Stop CVS, not Miss Flip-Flops, not even Greg. He's not afraid. The mean fat little sticker weed is just going to grow and grow until he takes over the whole planter. Then lets see who is big enough to pull him out.
So there you have it boys and girls. The planters are full of weeds and nobody is coming. Not Stop CVS, not Greg, not Barry. And not even Ms. Flip-Flops. So where is the action figure ''Landscape Steve'' when you need him? Maybe its time to dress him up and send him out!
P. S. For those of you who know me, well, you know that I am just a beginner with this computor stuff. I'm a student and a work in progress. But I have to tell you. I really, really, like it. I think I am beginning to get the hang of it. I sit here and think and before you know it my chubby little fingers are flying all over the keyboard and I find that I have spit out a thousand words. And for those of you who know thats not good. The limit is only six hundred itsy bitsy little words. I find myself spending more time taking things out and editing myself down than I do writing the thousand words to begin with. Oh well, I am after all, only a student and work in progress!
By Steven D. Lange
Now since my return from vacation I could'nt help but notice that after about two months of neglect (about the time I quit) the landscape islands are looking pretty bleak. Actually weedy.
Now you all know Barry Fry. Well you probably don't know him but you have read his lovely prose in regard to me. Stuff like everything that is bad in North Shore is my fault. Stuff like that. But for now lets just focus on weeds not so much on Barry. We will talk about Barry later.
They (the weeds) are out there. There growing in numbers in every little North Shore island and planter and they feel neglected. Well one of them, the head weed, was telling me just this morning that he wants to be thrashed and pulled out by the roots by infamous North Shore Landscaping advocate Barry Fry and then thrown into the road to rot and be run over by speeding cars. I said, don't get too exciting I don't think Barry's coming. He does'nt like to get his hands dirty. He won't come and get you, he'll try to get someone else to come out and get you. Or he will write some ditty on this Chat Box about how buzy he is in some other state or performing some other important mission in Angola.
Another little weed, just a tike mind you, wants to be pummeled by Greg. He knows Greg is out there lurking and the suspense is killing him. He just wants Greg to step up and wack him now. This waiting and wondering when Greg will show up is too much for the little tike. And lastly, one mean fat little sticker weed said he dares anyone to come out and pull him out. Not Barry, not Stop CVS, not Miss Flip-Flops, not even Greg. He's not afraid. The mean fat little sticker weed is just going to grow and grow until he takes over the whole planter. Then lets see who is big enough to pull him out.
So there you have it boys and girls. The planters are full of weeds and nobody is coming. Not Stop CVS, not Greg, not Barry. And not even Ms. Flip-Flops. So where is the action figure ''Landscape Steve'' when you need him? Maybe its time to dress him up and send him out!
P. S. For those of you who know me, well, you know that I am just a beginner with this computor stuff. I'm a student and a work in progress. But I have to tell you. I really, really, like it. I think I am beginning to get the hang of it. I sit here and think and before you know it my chubby little fingers are flying all over the keyboard and I find that I have spit out a thousand words. And for those of you who know thats not good. The limit is only six hundred itsy bitsy little words. I find myself spending more time taking things out and editing myself down than I do writing the thousand words to begin with. Oh well, I am after all, only a student and work in progress!
By Steven D. Lange
