By Harry Welty
Last Eight Days
Monday - My sonís band is playing at Beaners tonight. I havenít heard
him play the sax for three years and Iíd really like to join Claudia to hear
him play. Unfortunately, thereís another damned, long-range planning meeting
tonight. I hope it ends early. It doesnít. As I sit down I hear a couple of
board members kvetching about my latest Reader column.
We are all desperate to iron out the details of the excess levy we are proposing. If it fails we will have to cut $6.2 million from the budget. To cut $5.5 million this year we had to axe 72 teachers. Only God and Bob Mars know how weíll cut $6.2 million. We argue for hours. A plan is pulled out of thin air that will probably lead to closing elementary schools. It passes 7-2 with my ďyes.Ē It has already passed by the time I cast my vote. I vote ďyesĒ so that I can move to ďreconsiderĒ it. Parliamentary procedure requires this. When I do no one seconds my motion. I walk out of the meeting early for the second week in a row. I have words with another board member on the way out. Tonightís meeting is a good argument for smoke filled rooms.
Tuesday Ė The Tribís story makes it sound like the Board has finally
agreed on a blueprint for the District. Good. If the Board looks indecisive it
will threaten the already shaky prospects for the $4.9 million levy and
neighborhood elementary schools will be just that much more vulnerable.
At 8AM I get a phone call. Iím told that one of our kindergarten students has been shot to death.
I love reading to kindergartners. I always put on my gorilla slippers when I read to them. Little kids like gorilla slippers. If I wasn't on the School Board I probably wouldn't get as many invitations to read in the schools.
But lately I've been thinking about retiring from the Board. My challenger started out as a Mike Randolph fanatic but Iíve concluded that heís a sensible fellow. Iíve recently hinted to him that I might endorse him. This afternoon I have to screen with the Budgeteer Press. Since Iím still undecided I put on my game face and act like a candidate for half an hour
I call the Board member I had words with to reconcile our differences. I
leave a phone message suggesting that we get together for the sake of passing
the levy. She never returns my call.
the names of two people arrested for the kindergartnerís murder are
announced. I know one of them Ė a young woman. I handed her a high school
diploma last spring. Her mother works with Claudia. I call Claudia immediately.
The mother hasnít heard yet. My wife will have to tell her the awful news.
Wednesday Ė A second article about the school boardís plans appears
in the Trib. This story paints the picture of a divided board. This wonít help
I call an editor. I beg her not to beat up the board for being indecisive
lest it hurt the levyís chances. She really wants to give us a good whack. We
deserve it. Because she now agrees with me that we ought to close a high school
immediately (something our current plans donít do) I point out that four years
earlier her paper endorsed me because I had dropped the idea of closing a high school. (Actually, Iíd only put it on
the shelf) She says they couldnít possibly have said that. I email her the
editorial. So far the Trib has kept mum on the School Board.
Tonight there will be an annual meeting of area school board members.
They will begin planning how to lobby the state legislature a task that is
likely to be futile owing to the stateís budget crunch and the ďno taxĒ
pledge. Iíve always attended these meetings. I stay home.
Thursday Ė Even though itís sunny I spend the day cleaning up my
basement. It seems like the best place for me.
After work Claudia and I drive to the Twin Cities. Claudia has a meeting
of the Minnesota Safety Council tomorrow. Iíll spend Friday helping fix the
storm windows on my daughterís new house.
Saturday Ė Iíve caught up with the news since returning to
Monday Ė I meet with a school principal at Bixbys. I tell him that
weíve got to get a simple message out to the public. First, that we will
eliminate our excess space by moving the administration from the CAB into the
schools. Second, that we will back-off on closing elementary schools. Third,
that we will leave it for a future school board to decide whether
I visit two civics classes at East High. I tell the students Iím not sure I really want to stay on the school board. In one class I notice a globe suspended from the ceiling. I ask if anyone knows the story of Hercules and Atlas, who held the world on his shoulders. I pull the teacherís stool over under the globe climb up on it and place myself under the globe. I tell the class that, like Atlas, Iím tired of having itchy trees growing up through my toes and not being able to scratch them. I tell them that Tom Hustad, my challenger, could be my Hercules. In the myth Atlas asks Hercules to hold up the earth for a few minutes while he scratches his toes. Hercules obliges but discovers that Atlas is in no great hurry to resume his burden.
Tuesday - I attend the bus safety committee. Five families have requested
that we alter bus routes to pick up their children. We deny all the requests. It
will probably be worse next year. Today kindergartners are bussed to school if
they live half-a-mile or more away. Next year all students may have to walk two
miles to school. This change will only save about $400,000 of a $6.2 million
deficit. Closing schools wonít make us solvent either. Neither will laying-off
another 75 teachers. Doing all of these things and cramming more kids into classrooms will get us close. This
is what we will face if the excess levy fails.
I need a light at the end of the tunnel. Iíve got a job interview this afternoon.
Welty is a small time
politician who lets it all hang out at www.snowbizz.com