By Ruby Elbogen

While some woman, who stood up to berate our former Dir. Of Public Works—because (if I heard  correctly) he almost had her arrested, so she was “happy” he was retiring—we didn’t even know he’d been deputized. She went on (and on) and as I attempted to follow her muttering, I wondered what she had built in Cupertino that could possibly give more pleasure than The Ralph’s– Tah-Dah:

***BRIDGE*** –or as I usually refer to it, MY BRIDGE and Darcy Paul calls, THE BRIDGE TO SOMEWHERE. He and Sharon love THE BRIDGE so much, it’s where they posed for their engagement photo, but that’s another story.

While people are allowed to criticize a public figure, it’s not fine to attempt to marginalize someone who also brought us places like Blackberry Farm, Our Library, and Community Hall to remember him by. What do you, Oh Name Caller-bring to the table besides anger?

While I realize that Ralph Qualls doesn’t give a rat’s ascot about what this woman was whining about; it’s yet another notch in a long line of nasty incidents in our collective public forum.  Mean begets mean; and anger gives courage to others to get up and hurl their craziness around at will. It’s time to dial-down the rancor. All this rudeness and disrespect is tiring.  Just because you can rant and rave at will, doesn’t mean you should.  And, Ralph – Thanks for MY BRIDGE, it’s where I go for inspiration, whenever I am bereft of words to build a story. My Bridge Rocks (metaphorically) and so do you.