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The Last Day of the Dome: The Dream is Over

Last night I wrote an essay about the city council and its decision to deny the appeal on tearing down the Dome. I wanted to polish it then post it today. But I needed to run errands in Martinez so I left around nine. 

 

To get to Martinez you have to go through Pleasant Hill.Out of total habit I looked out the window to see the Dome. I've always done this-to see what movies are going to be there this week. Only the dome was halfway gone. It was half there, half not there. Swear words went through my head. They did it. They bleeping did it. It wasn't fair or right, but they bleeping did it.

 

I wanted to get a picture. But I thought if I try taking a picture now, I might just lose it. I can't lose it. I have to keep in control. I managed to get to the store, then walked around for a while. I felt numb. I heard a customer yelling at a clerk, him snapping "Thanks for nothing." Orchids were being displayed for Mother's Day. I couldn't help but wondering why am I surprised? Of course they would do this. The people that have been pushing this wouldn't know class unless they look it up in the dictionary. 

 

After I was done in Martinez, I headed back towards Pleasant Hill. It was such an overcast day. Last week it was so summery and today was so gray. It matched my mood. It felt like a death. It was just a building, just a movie theater, but  it's more than that. It was another part of my childhood gone. 

 

When I arrived, it was all rubble. Nothing left, just rubble. I took a deep breath, then took out the cell and talked a little, making a little video. I spoke to a woman who was just like me; shocked, saddened, and ticked off. I took several pictures then headed for home. The whole thing reminded me of when Clarence Thomas was confirmed to the Supreme Court, or when President Bush 43 said "Heck of a job, Brownie." People don't get what matters. 

 

On facebook everyone was ticked; saying that they'll boycott SyWest, what have you. I just felt defeated. On twitter it was confirmed Jeanne Cooper died this morning. What a cruddy day. 

 

So as Robert Redford said in The Candidate, what do we do now? I don't know. What I do know is life is not a Frank Capra movie. I wish we all did live in Bedford Falls, but let's face it:  We're in Potterville, darling readers.  We're in Potterville and we have to deal with it. You have to do the best you can. 

 

What I do know is all the work in saving the dome didn't go to waste. As Molly Ivins once said, "Freedom fighters don't always win, but they're always right." I can sleep easier knowing that I spoke up and said this wasn't right. I didn't go up to the podium and say "We so need a Dick's Sporting Goods store. Forget culture and the fact this building is almost a historical landmark!" People may disagree with me,but I know I'm right.

 

In Doug Hill's Saturday Night, it tells the story of Barbara Gallagher, a woman who first worked on Saturday Night Live. A NBC executive was incredibly rude to her, so much so she ended up crying. Lorne Michaels found out and was furious. She left the show (for other reasons) However, obnoxious guy was eventually fired. Michaels sent the memo to Gallagher with a note that said: "The wheel turns slowly, but it does turn."

 

This is what keeps me going. The dome might be demolished, but it's not over. The wheel will turn, slowly but surely. Not sure his, and not sure what will happen, but it will turn. And when it does turn, people will be glad they spoke up.