MAKE ROOM FOR OTHER CHILDREN
EVERY Monday when I drive home along Oceanic Drive for dinner with my family, I like to amuse myself by counting the “say no” signs skewered in the middle of sprawling, unused front lawns. I had an idyllic childhood in City Beach. Not because of the quarteracre blocks or multimilliondollar homes with perfectly manicured gardens – but because I could cycle five minutes to the beach, eat fish and chips watching the sunset and walk to my local primary school each morning. To those residents who rant and rave at every Cambridge Council meeting: how could you suggest that other children not be afforded the same opportunity to grow up in such a beautiful place? My parents would love to retire and introduce grandchildren to their beloved City Beach. You know what? For the life of me, I cannot remember the last time our big corner-block front yard did anything other than grow weeds.