Ah yes, I remember them well.
Once upon a time, we lived in a community that allowed them. Even encouraged them. The signs were rampant. Everybody’s political biases and preferences screamed from their yards. If it needed a vote, it had a sign. Red and Blue co-existed, not just in neighborhoods, but in single yards.
No one cared. It simply didn’t matter. Nobody got upset. No one threw rotten tomatoes or defaced signs. Really, no one paid much attention unless the signs stayed up until Christmas. Then there was angst. But that was more about aesthetics than anything else. Santas and yard signs didn’t blend in a sightly fashion.
Then, once upon a time in that same community, there was a school/property tax issue. Money was involved, so everyone cared. Lines were drawn. Everyone had skin in the game. Yard signs were, predictably, everywhere. Signifying preference and attitude.
It was a spectacularly divisive situation. Unlike anything we’d ever seen. Friends took sides against friends. Many refused to state their position for fear of retribution. Gatherings were tricky. In a word, it was ugly. All of this in a small community which prided itself on its excellent schools.
The Mister studied the situation, did the math, and suggested a path other than the one that was proposed. As a result he became the face of one side. He devoted serious time and energy to make the case for what he thought was a better plan.
Reason and rational battled money and power. In the end, sound thinking won the vote. The community and the schools won and that’s what mattered.
But, we, personally, lost some things in that process. There were hard feelings. Fractured friendships. Lasting resentments.
Ah yes, I remember it well.
I just wish those memories weren’t bubbling up quite so strongly right now.