It’s a troubled time in America. People are confused. Searching for answers. They want a calm, steady presence to chart the way forward.
Ladies and gentleman, I think I found the hero we are looking for at the Mesa city council meeting.
His name? Kevin Christopher.
“Good evening, mayor and council members. These are the items on the consent agenda,” the bespectacled, baritone-voiced city employee announced. Then, attempting the unthinkable, he turned a standard agenda-reading into a can’t-tear-your-ears-away vocal marathon.
“Item 3A–liquor license application for Algae Biomass Organization. One-day civic event. Wednesday, October 26. 7418 East Innovation Way South. Item 3B–liquor license application for All Saints Roman Catholic Church Knights of Columbus. One-day fraternal event. Sunday, November 5. 1534 North Recker Road.”
Minutes ticked by. The man raced through FORTY-THREE items without so much as a drink of water!
“Item 6G–authorizing the city manager to enter into a subgrantee agreement for grant funds for the Fire and Medical Department’s Rapid Response Team.”
Not stumbling and not slowing down, the captions sped by underneath him as he rounded an incredible EIGHT MINUTES OF NONSTOP READING!
“Item 9A–subdivision plat. Bella Via Parcel 15 located on the east side of Signal Butte Road. Mayor and council members, these are the items on the consent agenda.”
Although I was giving him a standing ovation at home, Mayor John Giles was unfazed by Christopher’s oral Olympics.
“Please cast your vote,” he deadpanned. In less than two seconds, six “ayes” popped up and Christopher’s Last Stand was no more.
Switching to public comment, puzzlingly, there were two people at the podium.
“Buenas tardes,” a diminutive woman introduced herself.
“Good afternoon,” the man in the maroon shirt repeated.
“I don’t mean to interrupt,” Mayor Giles interrupted, “but I notice you’re using an interpreter. So we’ll allow a total of six minutes.”
Six minutes–or, as it’s known in Mesa, a “Three-Quarters Christopher.”
“Honorable miembros de concilio–”
Translator: “Honorable council members…me and my brothers come here to ask for our rights…for a place to live….We know that you have a heart….Thank you.”
One of her brothers, in matching red, took her place at the podium to clarify:
Translator: “The moving us out that the City of Mesa has tried to do…along with the owner of the mobile home park….you can help us but you haven’t wanted to….The mobile home park of Mesa Real has not been able to be helped.”
Mayor Giles furrowed his brow and tightened his grip on his pen. “Fernando, would you translate that there is a sheet of paper with frequently asked questions related to the Mesa Real trailer park?”
Seriously, Your Honor? An FAQ? Not so much as an “I feel your pain” or “si, se puede?”
The mayor grimaced and anxiously ruubbed his chin as the translator conveyed the message. Council members eased the tension by staring at their cell phones and tablets.
Finally, Mayor Giles adjourned the meeting not with a whimper, but with a sick guitar riff. Crank it:
Final thoughts: I give 10 out of 10 stars to Kevin “The Reader” Christopher and whoever added that outtro music. And negative 10 stars to everyone else for not helping the trailer park.