Strolling, Not Stalking, Greeneville Ct

When guys get so old pubic hairs are as long as penises It's not time to grow a longer and fatter, more drivable, penal delivery system promising retributive rape of an entire planet. It is time to trim back over-Yanged investment hedges blocking more pedestrian-friendly RightBrain purposes; traffic in WinWin walking nurture more than WinLose driving torture. I was thinking about Greeneville's Neighborhood Revitalization ZeroZone planning and design, implementation progress, or robust lack thereof, from a drive-through as quickly as possible non-place mutually disinvested drivable back toward a more historically walkable space and time. I wonder if apparent lack of progress may have less to do with funding, and more to do with lack of cooperative implementation imaginations walking together back in multigenerational sharing time. I don't know much about Greeneville built up along Shetucket River historical transportation system, and nutritional fishing site, and PositivEnergy mill ecopolitical empowerment, But I do recall Greeneville's primary drivable contributions in the 1880's UnCivil Culture Democracy War were guns and cannons and all things horse-powered ballistic. This Greeneville Resilient Restoration Zone might recall prior to 1900s, premillennial Green included walkable and boatable transport and not motorized drive-through shooting lanes-- not yet. And GreenVillages were ecoschool built around North Main Street gardening squares where goats and landscaping sheep grazed, and certainly no Norwich Maintenance Motorized Crew hauled away refuse whether for repurposing or endstream undignified burn and burial, unholy ashes to ashes. But gardening farmers perhaps closed that nutritional loop, further investing in walkably accessible repurposing. Street performers, Christmas carolers, GoodFriday and Easter pageants, evangelists and milk carton prophets may yet again advocate for healthier outdoor EcoSchools matriotically remixing rapturous WinWin wealthy-health salvations. Occasionally a horseback rider might again ride through delivering a new tethered team of mules from Shetucket River ferry dancers investing in a local pedestrian every-multigenerational family farmer's day and sleep restoring night. On Sundays six or less historical Greeneville churches might have become surrounded by horses with carriages behind and domestic-saddled horsepowers waiting under sugar maple trees for a return to Sabbath dinner, and then perhaps a walk along a bricked pedestrian lane looking out across Shetucket River. Some weekends might feature town square performers, outdoor schools for guiding imagination remembering fire circle story-tellers surrounded by listening original forests on Shetucket River banks And all that postmillennial wildmind First Nation Greeneville drama and domesticity on matriarchal foot, and paddling fast-lane patriarchal canoes. When guys get so old public memory hairs are as long as their walk-as-punishment imaginations It's time to trim back overYanged investments blocking more pedestrian-friendly meanings, traffic in nurture more matriarchal WinWin than Either/Or LeftBrain Drivability, dispiriting WinLose.