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VOICE OVER

They tape the City Council sessions. You can go to the site and see the show.

I sort of thought about watching. Some neighbors did.

I saw them not ten minutes after they had quit watching and it was a bit weird to realize they had seen it all and now I was there and, well, it is a time warp thing.

I was a bit reluctant and then my son told me he had watched. All the way from Scituate MA.

Well, shit. I could see it too. So I did.

Of course I only watched myself and avoided seeing the five Council members dithering around trying not to offend a 'developer'.

Never mind offending us. Just us neighbors and citizens. Only 25 votes. No contributions. It costs $100,000 to run for City Council in PS now. I wonder where they get it? Hmmmmmm.

I used to see myself on video all the time when I worked in management training. That was ten years ago.

I was surprised. I still look the same.

It looked just like I felt. A little nervous. Reading the script and all. The fingers playing on the table.

One thing though is the voice. My voice has changed. I sound like an older man. I told John 'old man' but I have reconsidered. 'Older' captures it just as well.

I suppose this is appropriate given the fact that I am one—an older man—but it is still a bit odd to hear.

Coarser. A bit foggier. Less bite.

This is not some collapse into geezerhood. Just an observation.

I still have my edge.

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