Gold Leafing My Rancher

I was atop my tallest ladder in the fog or even clouds applying gold leaf to my cupola, when a figure appeared below on the driveway. It was all I could do to stay on the ladder and apply the leaf, but this fellow was on a mission. Did I live there? Yes, I did. He left some literature -- a single page -- on the door. He did not shuffle zombie-like, so I knew it wasn't a religious tract.

Later, when I came down to sit by the fire and have tea, I learned that Rocky (not his real name) was running for city council. It seems that Rocky wanted to promote the empty commercial space in town -- old, weather-beaten, commercial space. He wanted to promote it throughout the county.

How many tattoo and nail painting parlors, coffee houses, mom and pop business can one small town support? These are the kind of business that closed their doors in the last few years! Does Rocky think the venture capitol from other parts of the county are going to open up satellite offices with entry level employees sitting in Aeron chairs staring out the window at some house painter in his Diesel 450 Dodge buying something from the dollar store?