PAVE THE PIT

Every so often, the cranky old guy’s ‘hood, like probably most ‘hoods at one time or another, goes berserk. Currently, the berserkness concerns a location referred to as “The Pit.” The Pit is actually a small public park, maybe 30 by 50 yards (or 27.42 by 45.70 meters: we’re supposed to be adopting the metric system, folks). Some time back, the city, known lovingly as The People’s Republic of Alexandria, stocked it with toys, small play houses, and tricycles of various sorts. Users of the park added their own playthings to the wonderland.

Now the city, concerned about liability, is threatening to remove most of the items. This has aroused those who have come to view the use of the free stuff as the natural order of things.

The cranky old guy sympathizes with both sides in the matter, but he has concluded that some opponents of the removal have become a little overwrought. Much of the debate is taking place on a neighborhood chat site on that marvelous invention, the Internet. (Hey, this is on the Internet too, isn’t it?)

One commenter with an impressive signature block indicating an important-sounding position with an important-sounding company wondered how she was going to explain the absence of toys to her five-year old. Another complained about nannies having to wrestle both children and tricycles to the Pit. When someone suggested bringing the media in on the matter, a commenter said he felt violated by having the contents of the chat site exposed to wide-spread scrutiny. The word “whining” made a number of appearances.

The media did indeed enter the fracas. The Washington Post had a large article. The media attention touched on another issue in the chat site. The upscale neighborhood has been experiencing something of a crime wave, mostly burglaries and vandalism. A debate had been underway about whether media attention should be sought for the crime wave, with some fearing a negative impact on property values. (The cranky old guy’s attitude is that anything bringing inflated property values, and outrageous real estate taxes, down can’t be all bad.) Now the subjects of media attention, petty crime, and toys in the Pit have become hopelessly intertwined.

The cranky old guy thinks that the Pit is perhaps more of a problem than it is worth. Some years back, the issue at the Pit was basketball. There were basketball nets, and a decidedly riff raffian group had taken to gathering there on weekends. Beer and strange types of cigarettes were in abundance. After a lengthy debate within the neighborhood, the city took down the basketball facilities.

Now there are the toys. And the most divisive issue regarding the Pit is lurking just over the horizon. Every Christmas season, the Pit has a manger scene and a neighborhood caroling session. It can’t be too long before some perceptive zealot grabs this First Amendment situation. In other words, the Pit is just one ACLU-hiccup away from a Constitutional crisis.

So the cranky old guy says, Pave the Pit. The place has room for a plethora of townhouses. Surely some kind-hearted developer can be found who will take the property off the city’s hands. And just maybe, more taxpayers will result in slower growth of real estate taxes. (Okay, the cranky old guy admits that‘s a long shot.)