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Order. All rise!

—July 20, 2021

Arbitration is behind closed doors. As with all generations time immemorial, and now from generations Silent to Millennial to Alpha, Judge Judy must raise her gavel in the Court of the Ages.

Each generation deems the previous “Guilty” (a burden); itself “Innocent!” (put-upon); the future “Accused!” (kids these days). Judge Judy says, “You’re all stoopid!” (Life without parole.) “We’re done here.” (The Verdict is final.) The Law of Time offers only the Appeal of vague memory (binge-watching reruns). “Next”

The perpetual question of Red or Green (or Christmas) hits the plate. “You may be seated and remove your masks.” (Water?) Over time, I’ve come most often to favor red over green. Green has a superb vegetable taste when blended properly and not devishly hot. But red has many earthy flavors by place, such as Chimayo, Velardé and Mexico. We’re chilé connoisseurs.

Heat isn’t great for the hot. Our chilé harvests may fall with the years-long exceptional drought. Farmers depend on wells, not waning snow melt. Judge Judy: “They don’t pay me because I’m beautiful: they pay me because I’m smart.” (Some are paid not to farm.) Volunteers help harvest in harsh weather threats. Judge Judy: “Am I missing something here?” (Prices may rise when smaller yields meet greater demands.)

Outside NM, some have asked, “Hatch? That’s a place? Where?” Judge Judy: “Hearsay! Damages to green. We’re finished. Next?”

Neighborhood chainsaws growl as some fell water-thirsty trees. One has asked limbing of our 37-year old cottonwood, and our apricot tree may fall as well. One next door cut vines, leaving growth to fall back to us. Judge Judy: “That’s your problem.” (We bared the wall and filled the garbage can.) Judge Judy: “Hum… is not an answer.” (Bee and hummingbird numbers fell in our world’s hot and dry wrath.) Judge Judy: “This is over. Next?”

We must re-consider support of City officials in the next election. Judge Judy: “Bwahahaha…! What’s your case?” The latest Santa Fe COVID-19 Proclamation cited an aim “to avoid removing encampments, other than encampments in City parks.” City officials who live in wealthy neighborhoods show a NIMBY concern for homeless “neighborhoods” with little regard for neighborhoods such as ours.

Judge Judy: “Do you have evidence? I’d like to see it.” I sent photos to Mayor Webber showing the one-block area of encampments. I cited endangerment to the our 38-year investment, three nearby schools, the library, and the upcoming Midtown Campus development. I asked Mayor Webbed whether he’d protect encampments in his Zip Code™.

Judge Judy: “Whada you have to say for yourself?” Webber: “I don’t have a large encampment behind me where I live, but I do have an individual who lives up the hill behind my house in some kind of a cave or space that I guess he created or found, and I wonder when I see him what would make him want to live like that…” Judge Judy: “I don’t give a rat’s patootie about a man in a cave you think he might have created. Go on.” (Webber struggles for words.)

Webber: “Allowing encampments to stay put…has allowed our public safety people to monitor them…We know where they are and we can work with them.” Judge Judy: “I think you’re lying.” (The long-standing and growing encampment was handily removed in time for an upcoming public comment and walk-through for the Midtown Campus development. Signs were posted; cars patrol.)

Webber: “I wish I had a simple solution, but I don’t.” Judge Judy: “We may return to this case in the election booth. That is all.” (We may see Santa Fe has lost its strong standing in its mind and heart.)

Judge Judy: “Case closed.” (Webber closed his email with a typical postscript from Abe Lincoln. But large words from a great man show the small value of his own.)

“Parties are excused. You may step out.” (Webber should remember. Don’t quote: be quotable.)

“All rise!”