Back by popular demand...
I'm a blogger.
You are reading this blog because I believe I can make my neighborhood and my township a better place with words, stories and actions.
I cover stories on my blog that the local newspaper won't bother about because the number of people effected or influenced by the stories are only a few hundred or so.
Not only am I a blogger, I'm a political activist in Downe Township, New Jersey. For 20 years I have attended Township Committee meetings, Board of Education meetings and Planning and Zoning Meetings in the township. To date, I have missed 11 Township meetings in 23 years.
I am very vocal and very public about my take on things...particularly where I live, Downe Township.
The following story, the pictures and, particularly the videos, tell a very sad story. This lady is very troubled. I have spoken to her on three separate days. Two of which are documented in the videos you can see from this page.
A few days before Father's Day, 2009, I heard about a woman in Fortescue, NJ who had a large number of signs staked out on Fortescue Road just before the bridge. No one I spoke with had a clue what the signs meant or exactly who put them there.
A few people told me that a woman who lived in a shack on the South side of Fortescue put them up “...because she had a beef about something.”
I empathized with her. I've been complaining about the Downe Township Inconvenience Garbage Dump, cronyism and general corruption in Downe Township for many years.
My empathy for her disappeared when she told me that she had contacted the State Police a few hours after she gave me permission to advertise her cause.
As you can see in the second video, she gives me permission five times.
The actions that you see me take, and the things I say and ask in these videos, is done with the intent of getting an interview with Tamara McGinely for an article I was going to write about her “flag campaign”.
I figured I would take a ride or two to Fortescue in the evening, watch a beautiful sunset, take a few pictures and write up her story.
Little did I know that I would live for almost two years in a world that only Franz Kafka could create.
In the first video, she gives me permission to take pictures of her five times during the video and then she calls the State Police to complain that I'm harassing her.