Ah, it’s late April in San Luis Obispo, and the signs of spring are everywhere. I’m not talking about flowers; they’re all dead from lack of water. No, I’m talking about the signs warning us of impending street closures as the town we pay to live in becomes a venue for every out-of-towner who can be wrangled to stop. This weekend, it’s a marathon race that will paralyze the city, forcing locals to either flee or shelter in place. Next will certainly be some sort of bike race, followed by the parade of Winnebago RVs that will continue bumper-to-bumper until fall.
By then, the students will return and we can get back to normal: Cleaning up empty beer cans and red cups, and using our phone minutes to call the police. And the city, meantime, will resume its street construction projects — after all, we can’t inconvenience the tourists and visitors!
Does it occur to anyone at City Hall that this town seems to be organized for the benefit of everyone except the people who actually live here?
And, if we must host everyone with a dollar and a pulse, can they at least bring their own water?