Dear Editor,

A reasonable and mature individual, purporting to have the community at heart, upon hearing that a major corporation is interested in establishing a widget factory in their city would and should be gaga, as in Lady Gaga. Heck, color me William Gaga.

I see Waitsburg as the lonely school girl sitting against the wall at the ‘sock hop,’ just a wishing and a hoping someone will ask her to the dance. Hoping someone will think her worthy of at least one dance. In her mind she says, “Won’t someone see me and care?”

In my mind I see her light up as Todd Nestles approaches to ask her to dance. I believe I see her heart actually skipped a beat as he approaches. Mind you, she is not thinking about getting into bed with Todd; it’s that someone cares enough to ask for a dance. Back to reality: Bette Waitsburg spits on Todd before he could ask for a dance. Spits on him!

I question the motivation of all players, from the hen that started shouting, “The sky is falling,” to the offended council person and all those in between. Why, even the editor of The Times didn’t need a council decision to declare that Nestle had gotten the boot.

A reasonable adult listens, two ears one mouth theory. Relative to Todd’s – er – Nestle’s interest in Waitsburg. From Nestle’s posture they have not even determined if we meet the requirements as an appropriate location.

To access appropriateness, like any corporation, their policy dictates a detailed evaluation to determine fit and likelihood of success. Their evaluation needs to be done by them at their cost, as it should be. For goodness sakes, let us not spit on them before they ask us to dance.

William Walker

Waitsburg