Will had a poker face, making it impossible to know what he was feeling. His project was to build a gazebo and Emily, his foreperson, was frustrated. I need more feedback, she complained.
Cards on the table, Will. Are you all in on this? A sturdy, elegant gazebo changes a town's personality and creates a meeting place.
Will understood her point, but explained his ambivalence. A gazebo is the frightening gateway to folk singers. They will converge from miles around, singing of clean air and water, pipelines, immigrants, health care, the broken middle class, not enough portable toilets, parks and park benches. Depressed people will stay home and eventually poets will arrive and take over our streetsbecause the folkies won't abandon this gazebo.
Will and Emily hugged. An early arriving folkie applauded.
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