Sideshows To A Bond Election

In case you weren't aware, the City of Richardson is holding a bond election Saturday, May 8. On the ballot are four packages: $24.7 million for street improvements, $22.6 million for parks and recreational facilities, $10.4 million for municipal public buildings, and $8.1 million for neighborhood vitality projects, for a total of $66 million.

The Dallas Morning News has recently given some coverage to some sideshows to the bond election. After the jump, I follow the News down the rabbit hole.

Sun In The Sky, Art In The Park

From 2010 05 Cottonwood

Sunshine. Art. Music. Food. People. Richardson's Cottonwood Art Festival. It doesn't get any better than this in Richardson. Or in most cities on most days, for that matter. For more photos, click here.

Play In May!

From 2010 04 HS Baseball

Congratulations to the baseball teams from Richardson and Berkner High Schools. The two schools were co-champions of District 9-5A. In a one game playoff Saturday afternoon at Richardson High School to determine the top seed for the playoffs, the Richardson Eagles beat the Berkner Rams 6-4 on the strength of three one-run home runs.

Friday night, Lake Highlands clinched the fourth and final playoff spot for District 9-5A. Wish all the RISD schools, as well as DISD's W.T. White High School which finished third in District 9-5A, the best of luck going into the playoffs. They've all achieved their goal to "Play in May!"

Bedside Manners

Honesty is the best policy, right? Not necessarily. If you're a doctor with an atrocious bedside manner, some things are best kept to yourself. On the other hand, if a sensitive and gentle approach doesn't align with the politics of your state legislators, then it's best to lay it all out in the open. Unless *that* isn't politically correct. Clear as mud?

After the jump, the mixed and confusing cases in the news.

The Second Coming

The Second Coming
by William Butler Yeats (1865-1939)

Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.

Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: a waste of desert sand;
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Wind shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?