I first knew John Rember as a teacher of many of my friends at the Community School. He was, and surely is still, well-respected and genuinely liked. I am happy that he is still around and sharing his views with the rest of us.
His recent column "Timmerman as a metaphor" is one of the best pieces I have seen in years. Hilarious (in a sad reality sort of way) accurate and apropos, it is a timely and thought-provoking comment on the reckless direction our beautiful home is headed. More often than not, inquiring of friends how their trip to anywhere else was, their first response is "There were young people there!" This is usually accompanied by a look of wonder on their faces, as if they had seen the northern lights or a two-headed elephant on their venture out of the valley. Pretty rare, spotting a young person when you have lived in this community for a while.
As for Timmerman, I make a personal habit of stopping on Highway 20 before entering Highway 75, taking a second to think about what I am about to do and looking both ways at least twice before proceeding. It's a funny thing about actually thinking about something you are going to do—it often insures a desirable outcome and a better future for yourself and, hopefully, helps make a sound, rational decision. John's metaphor is extremely funny, but it's also true, which makes it sad. Obviously, the "deciders" in this valley are not thinking very hard about the futures of anyone but themselves, because who cares what happens when they are gone, right?
Every time I am in west Ketchum and find myself on Rember Street I will remember 'Timmerman as a metaphor and I will laugh. Or cry.
Thanks so much, John, for addressing our plight with no holds barred.
And while I am at it, does anyone know who was in charge of the placement of all of the benches in the park strip that runs along the east side of the north end of Broadford Road? Just wondering.