OK, I am a little old-fashioned. When someone says community, I think of people coming together to communicate—you know, talking in that quaint face-to-face way. And when someone uses the word neighbourhood, I think of friendly people chatting or offering to mow the lawn or just being neighbourly. This obviously dates me to the pre-digital age.
These days, one gets the impression that the city’s planning council is filming a Western shoot-em-up inside city hall, with one angry hombre sauntering up to another and pronouncing, “This town ain’t big enough for the both of us.”
Motorists against Edmonton Transit System, private against public transportation.