The irony in developing lands
Re: University cashes in on north London developing, Nov. 11
To the Editor:
Don't get me wrong, I do normally read The Gazette, but upon perusal of the Western News, I could not help but be mildly amused at the front-page headline, "Developer's high-rise plans irk university." The article explained how some of the land recently purchased by Sifton Properties Limited from the University of Western Ontario will be used for a high-rise housing structure. This property is in close proximity to Gibbons Lodge, the long-time residence of Western's presidents and their families.
Apparently, the university is "displeased" with this decision because, according to VP-administration Peter Mercer, it initially understood that Sifton Properties would develop "low density" family housing. Since the plans for the land have changed, Western's administration has voiced its objections because "it would affect the atmosphere at the UWO president's home."
Ouch. I really feel for the president. Imagine a large corporation steamrolling a small group of people in order to construct a large high-rise. If only there was something that could be done to remedy the situation so that everyone could be happy or, at the very least, all of Western's administration could get its way.
Eureka! I've got it! Paul Davenport, get your neighbours together and hold a meeting to show your solidarity city planners love that stuff. Oh, and maybe an engineer friend could facilitate a compromise by drawing up an alternative design for the high rise! Then, bring it to the city planners and happily await the outcome.
You should have no problem, right?
Well, I'm not going to get into a debate over the definition of "irony" but whoever was dolling out the "You had it comin'" cards definitely set aside a huge one just for you.
You see, it all comes around full circle. I couldn't tell you exactly how hard the residents of Tower Lane are laughing at Dr. Mercer right now. I just hope that everyone is able to join in and laugh along with them. No one likes bullies, guys. Poetic justice ain't it grand?