A Quick Recap for Anyone Just Tuning In
For months now, I’ve been fighting the town over a basic human right…
Access to Mom’s grave.
Dad — who has visited her every single day — was harassed by a town maintenance worker just for trying to take the most direct route.
So, I pushed for a real solution…
A gate closer to her grave.
What did I get for my efforts?
A seat at the back of the room and a whole lot of nothing.
I was met with excuses, delays, and blatant indifference.
It’s a real goddamn show, isn’t it?
The Bureaucratic Circus: Round 2
On 1/14, I attended the town hall meeting armed with my speech, a written request, and a clear ultimatum.
By 7 pm, I finally got the chance to speak. But the board decided to put my issue on the back burner, delaying it even further with other irrelevant hearings.
After sitting there like a fool until 9 pm, I walked out furious — absolutely blown off.
Fast forward to 1/28.
I came back, determined to make them answer for their delays.
This time, I was told that a gate closer to Mom’s grave couldn’t happen.
Because apparently, that area is a bus stop.
But here's the kicker — no sign, no indicator, no clue that it was a bus stop.
Just a giant bureaucratic shrug.
But they did offer this…
“You can use the future roadway for now. No one’s going to give you shit about it until it’s officially done.”
Yeah, that roadway.
The one that was supposed to be finished in the Spring/Summer 2025.
The only thing that’s actually moving fast is the paperwork.
Then came 2/7, when the new markers they promised would be more obvious — surprise, surprise — weren’t in place.
So, I did what any sane person would do…
I showed up again on 2/11.
And what do I get?
A heap of bureaucratic bullshit.
They tell me that to make the future road compliant, they need to widen it.
Fine.
But then they casually throw in that they're hiring a company to bring in $30K worth of ground-penetrating equipment to search for unmarked graves under the proposed road.
That’s right. $30K. To search for graves. Unmarked graves.
And the survey company isn’t even getting here until May.
The road won’t be in this summer.
Hell, it might not even be in this decade.
It’s just another stall tactic.
So, my hands are tied.
But my mouth?
Always ready to call them out.
Every time they don’t meet their promises, I’ll be back, speaking truth to their complacency.
And let’s not forget about the town maintenance worker who thought it was a good idea to disrespect Dad — without even knowing who I am.
Not only have I still not figured out his name, but the fact that this individual is being shielded by the same system dragging its feet on everything else… is a slap in the face.
That’s the real “small-town charm” I’ve been dealing with — a system that makes sure no one’s held accountable for their actions.
I want the name. I want accountability. I want to make him feel small and insignificant and less than.
Just like how he made Dad feel.
This is how the wheels of local government turn.
Or rather, don’t turn.
And while the town board sits there, pretending they don’t see me…
I’m here, sharpening my pen like a weapon.
Because I have just enough rage to go back to the law library and learn how to file a lawsuit against the town all by myself.
The Fight Isn’t Over
Right now, my hands are tied until this company comes in.
But my comments are on public record, and I’m not going anywhere.
Every time they meet, I’ll be there, making sure they don’t try to quietly kill this issue while I’m not looking.
Because this isn’t just about a road anymore.
It’s about every time they ignored me.
Every excuse, every delay, every empty promise.
It’s about making sure they don’t get away with it.
You want to stall me? Fine.
But you won’t stop me.
And when that future road finally goes in, I’m going to be right there…
Making sure it’s done with the kind of integrity that they’re so clearly lacking.
They think I’ll walk away.
But that’s the thing about me — I use a wheelchair.
So, good luck trying to outlast me in a marathon race to the courthouse.
Autumn…this is a very good post. What an ordeal! I hope you send it to your town news outlets. Keep at it and keep us posted. Claire