To Sleep, perchance To dream
Readers and Friends, take a moment from your hectic lives to close your eyes and allow yourself to dream, to dream of meandering down Waterfront Avenue looking at the pavements that glisten in the early evening almost like gold dust sprinkled in front of you, and as you continue your pleasant stroll you will pass Caroline House and along to yet another building site with the ridiculous name of upper strand.com
But fear not as reality bites in the shape of a sculptured bronzed couple going to the beach. The lady with a child, the lad with the boat and the man, cloth cap in hand. Look if you will at them in from a short distance you would swear that the man was looking up at the swanky new development, puzzled as to why he cannot and will never be allowed or encouraged to improve his families lot, and that his life span would be a lot shorter than the residents of swank towers.
Could it be that his life will be cut short by some illness which might have been avoided if he could have afforded the medicine or will his children be given the opportunity in education and employment he never had. Yes friends and readers thank goodness that kind of living is in the past.
But as you leave the soon to be leafy suburbs of Waterfront Avenue the dream is over and suddenly you wake to find yourself at home in a chair with the tv on and a news presenter informing the nation of crisis in the N.H.S., education failing our children and employment - oh yes at record levels - but as you know, not were you live.
Thank goodness I woke from that dream. God only knows how we could have lived with conditions that those poor people remembered in sculpted bronze had to put up with.Â