Well, Hermod IF the City owned the AB, that would have meant the Depression never would have happened, the Lindbergh baby never kidnapped, Hilter never would have burned the Reichstag and Tojo would have been wearing a toga.

The crushing wheels of history spares us few opportunities to repeat the the mistakes of the past, but here we are, it is 1930 there is a bridge waiting to be owned.

It could be ours if we say yes, but we are afraid of yes. Yes means change, change means the way things have always been will be different. We don't know different, all we know is what we know and what we know is, no.

No to change. No to the Ambassador in 1930 when it was for sale to whomever wanted it, and no to the NITC because it too will change what we know . No means no. We don't want to change, we see it across the headlines of every issue of the freep. We don't want to change Belle Isle because we don't see clogged toilets, leaky roofs and fallen buildings as a problem. It is our grit.

No, we say to light rail because our non-insured whooptie looks fine with the spinners; no to small tech firms in the Madison because they won't hire like our patron saint Henry did at the Rouge; no. No. Damn no.

We told you no about the zoo, but you stole it anyway and just because it shines again is no reason not to listen. We don't want change. We want everything like it has always been.