On Memorial Day, I took a ride on my motorcycle. When I returned to Fredonia, I noticed my purse was gone. I last had it when I stopped at a gas station in South Dayton.
I was quite panicked as it had my bank card, about $50 cash, driver's license and my cell phone. I immediately put a stop on my bank card and then retraced my route via car, to no avail.
I thought: Well, my bad luck will be someone's good luck today! I'll never see THAT purse again! Of course, I blamed myself for being so careless.
To make a long story short, a couple hours later, a nice couple pulled in to my driveway and handed me my purse. They had driven all the way from South Dayton and adamantly refused any offer of money.
I was so touched by their kindness. It is so easy to mistrust our fellow human beings, especially nowadays when we constantly read of the horrible acts they are capable of. My riding partner reminded me, however, that there are still many good people in this world and that I shouldn't lose hope.
He was right. Angels, in the guise of 'ordinary' folks, really do walk among us.
I too had a hot dog run in with the village of Fredonia 30 years ago. Mr. Potkovick has no idea how lucky he was getting to do it at all in Fredonia.
I wanted to start a hot dog business and was told that I was not allowed to have a cart in the village. I was told it was unfair to all the restaurants that invested money in a building. They pay property taxes and have far more expenses. They made a commitment to the village and deserved some protection.
I had to build a building with handicap bathrooms, Ansel systems and the works. At the time I was upset, but as someone who did business in Fredonia for many years and paid dearly in property taxes, I appreciated the privilege of doing so.
I believe officials should stand up for the people that make the full commitment to the village and invest in Fredonia. If you think Dunkirk is much easier to deal with, your cart is on wheels. Maybe you should park it there.