A tale of two trees
(Editor's note: This article appears originally in council member Nick Licata's Urban Politics newsletter.)
Sometimes it's the little things that make me glad to be a public servant.
It was approaching eight o'clock in the evening at the (Seattle) City Council's budget hearing. What once was a chamber packed with more than 200 people, now held fewer than a dozen. We were closing in on three hours of citizens pleading their cases.
We, as council members, were trying to figure out how to cut more than $20 million from this year's budget; one that had already been approved. We would be taking things away from people. Which constituency would receive cuts? Our youth, our elderly, our disabled, our neglected neighborhoods, our over taxed local businesses?
One of the last citizens to approach the podium was Tammara Stroud, a Queen Anne resident who had not come as a member of any group, but rather as a lone citizen. With a slight look of befuddlement, she spoke briefly. In a rather matter-of-fact manner, she posed a question to us.