Sorry, not sorry
If you will kindly allow me to do so, I would like to explain my rant of last week [“Self-assuming assholes,” Letters, May 8] without using unnecessary curse words. I wrote the previous letter after a week of trying to negotiate Mill Valley traffic with its now maddening, aggressive behavior. Middle fingers and honky soccer moms abide. Twice I had to give up my chores halfway down Blithedale and head back home. I cannot imagine any REAL Mill Valley residents not being fed up with this shit—I mean crap. I mean untoward behavior.
(PLEASE TAKE NOTE: If you’ve been here less than 15 years, you are not a real resident and are therefore excluded from comment. You may be the enemy. Shut up).
I remember Peter Coyote’s relentless efforts to save the devastation he saw coming. I also recall policy-makers at that time feigning concern and reacting by promising to tackle the problem with $300,000 ‘study groups.’ Study this, you son of a …
I ended my previous rant with “Good Riddance, Mill Valley” and I am sorry I did. There is so much I cherish about this formerly wonderful town and there are still those amazingly special folks that made the magic happen to begin with and are still holding the threads together. I can’t name them all, so I will just refer to them, if I may, as the deLones. No other family exemplifies the spirit better.
NOTE TO PLANNING COMMISSION: I have just concluded a personally funded $22.67 study group and have determined that your self-important body is unnecessary, detrimental to society and no longer welcome. Good riddance to that!
John Cross, Marin County