Worcester Historical Museum is FREE this week (including adults) and has a lot of great programs this week, including today’s activity on making a jet pack.
While fans of historic arms & armor no longer have the Higgins Armory as a Mecca of sorts to see such things on display, some of the Higgins collection can now be seen at the Worcester Art Museum.
Some of the collection, however, will not be staying in Worcester. If you happen to be visiting London in May and have thousands of dollars burning a hole in your pocket, some of the armor from the collection will be auctioned off by Thomas Del Mar, Ltd., in association with Sotheby’s on May 7th.
Friends of Shrewsbury Public Library will be holding a book sale in the former credit union next to the library:
Friday, April 4 from 10am-4pm
Saturday, April 5 from 9am-4pm
Sunday, April 6 from 1-4pm
Friends of Westborough Public Library will be holding monthly book sales in the Library Meeting Room on the following dates:
Friday, April 4 from 10:00 am – 6:00 pm
Saturday, April 5 from 10:00 am – 5:00 pm
Sunday, April 6 from 1:00 pm – 5:00 pm
Friday, May 2 from 10:00 am – 6:00 pm
Saturday, May 3 from 10:00 am – 5:00 pm
Sunday, May 4 from 1:00 pm – 5:00 pm
I’ve spent the past few weeks, as I’m sure you have, waiting for the winter of our discontent to be over.
Alas, March 20 has come and gone, the city manager has made a formal announcement that he definitely does not want the job, and yet here the City Council remains, fixated on someone whose contract expires in October rather than doing what they should have done all along and just hire an executive search firm.
To be fair, it appears as if Councilors Rosen and Rivera are the ones pushing [$] to extend CM Augustus’ lame duck period.
But it was the Mayor and certain Councilors — past and present — who pushed us into the current situation, not helped by Councilor Palmieri’s insistence that the emphasis of many of the Municipal Operations “listening” sessions focus on an individual personality.
None of this was helped by members of the press — who kept the “will he or won’t he” question active for the fifteen Worcesterites who actually felt this was a real question — as well the City Manager himself, who could have put a stop to this nonsense and chose not to.
So Clive McFarlane is able to write a column [$] about Augustus’ “veracity” and integrity as if they were rare qualities rather than a bare minimum for membership in the human race.
I’m sorry, but on my planet, praising a fortysomething-year-old man for keeping his word is a bit like praising a ten-year-old for being potty trained.
Whether the manager has integrity or not is a bit beside the point; if he weren’t a man of his word, one would expect his employers to show him the door.
The problem is that many of his eleven employers wouldn’t know integrity if it bit them in the hindquarters.
Continuing to wave this job in front of him is a bit like trying to sign your favorite Catholic priest up for match.com.
We can tell he’s trying to be a man of integrity — just let him be a man of integrity and focus on the task that’s been at hand for four months.
Get the search firm and find a new city manager.
And once you have him (or her!), remember that that individual is a manager, and that the Council’s responsibility is to give that manager a to-do list.
For too long, we have looked to city managers for vision.
The City Council is the employer — the Council’s job is to give guidance, to come together as a body and talk about real issues and, in a collaborative way, decide which direction the city is going to go in — and empower the manager to carry out that vision.
Stop looking for Superman.
This is a team effort.
The manager is just one player in this team, and he’s the player who’s supposed to carry out the wishes of the people through the Council. If the Council doesn’t give him direction, then how are the people’s wishes being carried out?
You can look at Mike O’Brien as a cautionary tale. The Council gave him free rein and, at times, contradictory directions. Witness CitySquare, which was supposed to be mixed-use and which does not contain any housing or any street-level retail. Or a freight yard in the middle of the city. Or a continued fight that we will not win against the EPA.
Mike O’Brien had many admirable qualities. One of them was not his attempts to fill the vacuum where Council leadership should have been. I don’t fault him for that. I fault his employers, who could have and should have given him better direction — any direction.
The next city manager offers us a chance for a fresh start.
We can hire someone who has experience running a municipality or other large organization.
The City Council can actually act as an employer and provide guidance and direction to that individual.
But we’re not going to get there if we still keep pining for Ed Augustus.
Get over the breakup and start looking for a new prom date, Worcester.
We were never even going steady with him, anyway!
The last City Manager “listening” session is tonight:
Wednesday, March 19, 6:00 pm
American Legion Post 201 (East Side)
326 Plantation Street
Full disclosure: I have not attended any of these sessions because I care about my sanity more than I care about appearing at a public meeting.
And I was out of town for the last meeting, but I have watched the video.
Within the first ten minutes of the meeting, there was one speaker (Jerry Powers) who spoke eloquently about the impacts of stormwater in general and a private road (adjacent to Coes Pond) in particular.
What were relatively benign comments about the process for private street conversion — that is, that opposition is given a lot of weight even with environmental concerns — turned into a full-on rant from Councilor Palmieri.
Now, perhaps my respect and admiration for Mr. Powers and his work is clouding my judgment, but no citizen deserves to be berated by Phil Palmieri after offering thoughtful comments.
This wasn’t a yahoo trying to disrupt the process. This was a citizen giving an elected official what the elected official asked for.
What perhaps hurts me the most — as it hurt me during the slots parlor hearings — is when people I love attend these meetings and have to see the utter disregard some elected officials have for the process and the people they’re supposed to represent. I’m glad to see people like my former teacher Amy West showing up and speaking truth to power, and it’s so frustrating that people like her are treated so shabbily.
I recommend especially watching the video around the 45 minute mark, where Bill Bernhardt speaks for all of us in telling Councilor Palmieri to listen and not interject his own comments after every speaker. Palmieri said that, as chair, he has the right to ask questions of the speakers.
Councilor Palmieri must be the only person capable of making a question that ends in a period and requires no reply.
It’s not about information gathering, it’s about having the last word.
And the last time I checked, these sessions were supposed to be about what we want in a city manager, not who we want.
On a recent walk-through of God’s Acre & Swan Avenue in preparation for the upcoming Earth Day Cleanups, we discovered that God’s Acre has a new resident:
Meet Bubba J; we’re not sure if he’s been placed here as a guardian angel, or a new mascot for the area, but the choice is so many shades of apt that I scarcely know where to begin.
Worcester’s Wild West, if you’ve never been, is an area west of Mill Street, south of Tatnuck Sq. and north of Main Street. It’s a hilly region that’s home to many of Worcester’s bumpy, unpaved “private streets”. The few paved byways are a slalum course of potholes occasionally filled by an ad hoc self-appointed neighborhood posse. If there were a few more pickup trucks on the lawns, you might be forgiven for thinking you’d woken up in Appalachia.
So now we have Bubba J. Littering in the God’s Acre area has been light this winter, so perhaps we have Bubba to thank for keeping out the trash.
My children were along for the Earth Day assessment hike, and saw Bubba. They were afraid of him. But I take great comfort in this little fellow minding the hills & hollers of Woo’s Wild West. He might even protect us from the evils of fluoride, homeless shelters, smart meters or indoor plumbing . . . and anything else that might make the villagers in Woo’s Wild West ornery.
Anyone who’s lived in New England a while (or watches This Old House on PBS) knows that some folks in the northeast pronounce the word “drawer” as if it lacks the second syllable. Most people who’ve made it through 3rd grade, however, know how to spell it properly, even if they choose to pronounce it like Tom Silva does.
Imagine my surprise, then, to find this item in the aisles of Ocean State Job Lot:
It’s only $5, but check their weekly flyers & see if there’s a cuepon.