Mark from All Things Buffalo hangs up his blogging hat, and explains why. The kicker is:
And then Byron Brown wrote the most pathetic letter to Forbes magazine explaining why Buffalo isn’t dying.
I came back and after one day of being downtown I’m already done. Please don’t explain to me all the good things that are happening around here-I’m well aware of them. Its simply too little-and dare I say-too late.
Thank you to all the readers and commenters. I hope you enjoyed the material and even found it informative perhaps.
I never stopped caring. I just stopped hoping.
The difference between Cleveland and Pittsburgh and cities that are booming is the presence of a regional master plan and leaders in the government and business community who are united behind those goals. Here, we engage in bikeshedding. What’s bikeshedding you ask?
Futile investment of time and energy in marginal issues, often including annoying propaganda while more serious issues are being overlooked. The implied image is of people arguing over what color to paint the bicycle shed while the house is not finished.
If that doesn’t describe this town to a fucking “t”, I don’t know what does.
Here, we are run by people like Brown and Casey, who are busy trying to engineer a party-political coup (and failing), or by people like Chris Collins who sweats the small stuff just fine (GPS in cars, running government “like a business”), but doesn’t really have any sort of overall vision for what he wants WNY to become. Brown and Casey are hacky members of a cliquey politburo; Collins is bureaucrat-in-chief.
I still care and I hope, but at this point it would be great positive if we could, as Geek suggests, agree on what we want the region to look like in the future and then work towards that goal. Right now, we have micro-goals of returning 2-way traffic to a block’s worth of Main Street, or extending our one-line rail out a few more miles. Others wax poetic on whether there are quite enough boutiques within which to buy $200 fugly sneakers or $300 designer jeans, as if this were some 1979 remix. There’s no vision here.