My town

Sometimes Decatur frustrates me -- for example, when 3 councilmen decided, all on their own, to ban all smoking in public places and then limited discussion to 3 speakers per side. In reality the number of speakers was irrelevant as the 3 had already announced they were voting YEA. They could have at least pretended to listen and weigh various opinions, no?

Sometimes, though, I love my little town. For instance, in today's Decatur Daily two stories made me smile. First, no progress has been made in capturing the wily goat that's been roaming all over southeast Decatur for the past few weeks. Second, an "enterprising reporter" (the DD's term, not mine) may have cracked the case of the mysterious white spots that have been showing up on Decatur's streets this summer. Seriously folks, the DD has done multiple stories on the mysterious white spots:

They also are the same streets on which mysterious white, paint-like splatters have appeared for weeks, leading to a month-long investigation by The Daily with little resolution. That was until Wednesday. I was dispatched at about 9 a.m.

I'm not going to ruin the surprise for you, but Mr. Belanger seems confident the problem has been solved.

Decatur, bless her heart!