"I may have been born at night, but not last night."
I knew that when I took the town halls notion from soapboxing on My Stoney Creek to the next level –actually implementing it– that the path would not be smooth.
On many fronts.
The first thing I understood I'd encounter was cynicism from observers. Residents, 'commenters', etc. Cynicism, skepticism, negativism... I knew that part of this would be attributable to the 'legacy malaise' of the city. Part of it would be the person's preternatural tendency to scoff at an endeavour that was, well, 'aspirational'. And part of it would be borne out of insecurity. Envy, if you will. People don't like to be shaken up. They don't like the status quo to be questioned...especially if they're then forced...even sub-consciously...to be nudged to deal with their status quo.
The second thing I understood was that what I was proposing was, for the Councillors involved, subversive. That no matter how I couched the effort, it could easily be seen as slagging-off their habits where engagement with their constituents was concerned. That it could easily be seen as encroaching on their turf. That it could be seen as being invasive, abrasive...insulting, even.