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by John P. Muldoon
Recently, three retired chiefs of the Ipswich Police Department wrote a letter urging voters to approve the proposed new public safety facility.
All residents of Ipswich, the former chiefs are Armand Brouillette, Charles Surpitski and Gavin Keenan. The current leader is Paul Nikas. If he were to ever advocate for anything in his retirement with these three gentlemen with French, Polish and Irish names, I think the city’s major immigrant groups should all be covered. Nikas, of course, is a Greek name.
Foolishness aside, a town hall meeting will be held this Saturday (the rainy date is Sunday) to ask voters to approve the $ 27.5 million request for the installation.
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This is a tall order, as bonds require a two-thirds majority to pass. Then there will be a follow-up ratification vote on October 26.
According to the finance committee’s booklet, the proposal, if passed, will add just under $ 300 to an average home’s annual tax bill. That is, a house valued at $ 586,203.
Now I’m not a fan of taxes (in general) and taxes on my house (in particular), but I think this new public safety building is needed.
The two buildings were built at a different time. It’s cute that we have a fire station built in 1907 for horse-drawn carriages. It’s not so cute that the city has spent a small fortune on Lally columns in the basement to support the weight of modern fire trucks.
The police, meanwhile, use a slightly younger building but which in previous incarnations served as an annex to the town hall and storage for the electric lighting service.
If the vote passes, my main concern would be for the city to maximize revenue from the sale or rental of older properties and use that money to mitigate the tax impact.
City officials will have to start thinking this way, as there are other very expensive projects in the pipeline. These will also be examined at a municipal assembly as part of a presentation on the city’s strategic capital plan.
However, they should also be beating the bushes for grants now that the federal government has realized the importance of capital investment.
I had the pleasure, if that’s the word, to have my very first colonoscopy recently. This is a large intestine exam using a camera attached to a plumber’s snake.
Part of the preparation for this process is to cleanse the digestive tract with the overabundant use of laxatives. I have to admit I was worried about this phase, but it was less Hollywood than I expected. No racing or explosions.
It was less like I’m going in 60 seconds and more like a good drama, which has a lot of action in its own way.
On the day of the procedure, which took place at the Beverly Hospital, another patient walked in while I was getting ready. I heard them ask this woman if she had any allergies.
Wine and chocolate, she replied. “But these are the two main food groups! I almost cried. But I did not do it. for I was still in full possession of my faculties.
I was knocked out for the procedure only to find myself awake halfway. The doctor’s plumber’s snake was too short. Apparently my colon is longer than an average Joe’s, and he spent more time than usual trying to get it in.
So I woke up to find a doctor struggling behind me and a TV show in front of me about a guy having a colonoscopy.
The exam was canceled and I was made to wait for a CT scan to look at my bowels from the outside. However, it also involved playing with my rear more as the doctor had to pump air into my system. His instructions were to tell him when it was uncomfortable but to stop before the pain.
He then took his bike pump out of my butt, left the room, and the big machine did its job.
It left me ready to come home with a full tank of gasoline ready to go out with a vengeance. I did it with my head held high knowing that I was leaving the hospital with my dignity intact.