As a “Red Deer-ite,” I’m so pleased that the question has been settled and I can call myself anything I like. It’s an important thing to have out of the way.
I wouldn’t mind a survey on local artists who could have used a contract for local art. It would be interesting to know who chose the pieces that we’ll be paying for.
Then there is the plan for naming the birds on the top of a tall local hotel. These birds already have a name, they are peregrines. Mostly, they are busy peregrines and likely don’t have time for the contest.
There will soon be other high-rise venues, and they might take their business elsewhere. And, anyway, even if we did get them named, they wouldn’t come when they’re called. Let’s leave them alone.
I just wish we could get down to some serious stuff, for instance: that green knob on the South Hill that some people call a spheroid: is that really a big doorknob or a large green onion?
All these things should be on record as having been discussed by those who know.
It seems as though July is the silly season, this year.
Peggy Freeman
Red Deer