Brookfield, Connecticut. This medium-sized, rural town recently put to a vote whether or not a "Dog Park' should be allowed on some town acreage. I think dogs are wonderful and personally I like the idea of a romping spot. My feelings aside, the conflict over this issue took on a beast of its own.
Everyone in town seemed to have an opinion, and many wrote about such to the local paper. Some became rather 'hot-headed' and others seemed to take the issue personally. Criticisms were hurled, feelings were hurt, and "OH MY", the spelling and grammatical errors were rampant! A psychologist could earn a dollar or two reviewing and analyzing these Letters to the Editor.
It seems that in a world full of awful discord, our medium-sized, rural town should put their written voices to causes such as, "War, huh, What is it Good for?" (So sorry, I've had that song rummaging about the ol' cerebral cortex all day.)
Anyway, all of the energy and time spent on said park might have been used to donate items to the Brookfield Food Bank, or in spending an afternoon hangin' with a caged shelter animal.
"Frizzbee enywon?' Woof.