Remembering who we are

Not mutiny, certainly not.

But yes, without an order of council.

It started Wednesday at the foot of my driveway.

“Angus is coming over the mountain on his tractor, just heading to check on him,” called Sionnach as she headed up the Fairmont Road.

Old gears clunked then creaked into motion in my skull as I stood in the cloud of dust.

Angus Gillis coming from Cloverville on his 49 year old Massey on a Wednesday evening?

“I thought we should put her in,” said Jamie Braid when I popped down to investigate.

Of course.

The Jimtown Department of Public Works has been letting our public down.

Sure, there’d been much reasonable talk of reasonable excuses about life being busy and complicated.

But life will always be busy and complicated.

And in this world, either you’re launching rafts or you’re not.

So on Wednesday night we hooked Jamie’s truck to the raft, hauled her down the road, jury rigged some new float barrels and Angus pushed her into Ogden Pond.

The beauty is that the Mayor won’t know until he sees her floating there in all her faded glory in the morning.

Usually the raft launch comes with much planning and discussion as a council on AJ Sears’ deck.

But he wasn’t home and we weren’t waiting.

It went without a hitch.

We felt as powerful as millennials with a Twitter account.

Tomorrow afternoon at high tide we’ll pull it through the cut and out into St. George’s Bay.

There she’ll ride the waves until she doesn’t.

Then we’ll concoct a rescue mission.

Because we’re the Jimtown Department of Public Works and that’s how we conduct ourselves.

Pictured is the Jimtown Department of Public Works legal team