Time was, we were excited because Sandusky was at a crossroads.
There was opportunity here, opportunity to reshape the city into something capable of surviving and thriving in a changed economy, if only we had the will to move forward into the light of day.
Now, we're apprehensive, because Sandusky is at a crossroads.
There is still opportunity here, but it's going to be squandered because the people capable of moving us forward seem to fear the light of day.
The vision of the Marina District fractured into factionalism and pettifoggery, as those who oppose it gain credibility -- undeserved credibility, we think, with every unanswered question.
A police chief who could have led an effort to get the major governments in this area working together is hounded out of office for reasons no one wants to adequately explain -- and the more those reasons come to light, the more we see why they preferred the dark.
Because those making the decisions on our behalf -- the job we hired them to do -- won't trust us with the knowledge of what they're doing, it becomes easier to distrust them.
And those who see conspiracy in every comma, skullduggery in every semicolon, gain ascendancy, because no one will let in enough light to see how we might deal with the inevitable problems and move past them toward where we want to be.
We're at a crossroads, and we're no longer sure we'll take the right road or the wrong road.
Or, as we have done too often in the past, stall at the intersection and take no road at all.