The Master Boards
Bold Move: Let's explore the latest stirrings in Sun
Lakes, centering on the heated remodel of our Restaurant and Lounge and delving
into what's really igniting all this commotion. From my vantage point, the
heart of the matter lies in our community's diverse demographic mix. Here,
retirees and desk-bound warriors alike are making their mark, each bringing a
suitcase full of opinions as varied as a painter's palette. The result? A
vibrant, if occasionally discordant, blend of voices that never shies away from
a lively debate.
Generational Clash at the Dinner Table: Enter stage
left: the different generations residing in Sun Lakes. We have the Silent
Generation, dignified and nearly a century old, born from 1925 to 1945 –
so called because they were raised during a period of war and economic
depression, who long for the days of dining out in top hats and tails. Next
up, my fellow Baby Boomers from 1945 to 1964, the result of an increase
in births following the end of World War II, craving nothing fancier than a
good burger and a laugh in their jeans T-shirts and tennis shoes. Then there’s
Generation X, from around 1965 to 1976, who are just beginning to retire,
the new kids on the block, of which many are still working, and just want a
sports bar vibe where they can unwind with some tunes, drinks and pub grub
after a day's toil.
As
might be expected, everyone's certain their vision for our restaurant and lounge
is the ideal one. Compromise? As rare as low cholesterol at a Las Vegas buffet.
Thus, we entrust our Master Board to steer us through this generational
tug-of-war, hoping they can weave these disparate strands into a cohesive
whole. However, once a decision is reached, it's open season—the elected
officials quickly become the besieged, bombarded with accusations of a lack of
transparency, financial waste, and incompetence. It's similar to a sitcom where
everyone's eager to critique but no one steps up to script the next episode.
When the Heat Rises: And when the debates heat up? It becomes less
of a community gathering and more a parade of dissatisfaction, where
complaining seems to be the local sport. Amidst this chaos, those of us still
clinging to sanity decide to tune out the noise, tired of the drama these boors
love to stir. They whip the crowd into a frenzy, turning peaceful neighbors
into megaphone-wielding lemmings, desperate to be heard.
A Parting Thought: If I had the answers, I'd be the wise sage on
the mountaintop, not in the trenches with you. That said, I shall leave you with a thought
from the wisest among us—my 99-year-old mother-in-law: If you haven't got
anything nice to say, maybe just enjoy the peace and zip it. We’re retired,
living in paradise—let’s not forget to enjoy the view before the credits roll!
“Just
when I discovered the meaning of life, they changed it.” …George Carlin
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