The Econ River

Well, the Econ River, heroine of my fabulous novel Paradise Interrupted, is in the crosshairs again. This time the county commissioners uncharacteristically didn't perform all manner of unspeakable acts of passion on the developer before granting his every wish. Ah, maybe because the developer in this case is the three women who inherited the land from their father and not some big company from the charismatic "out of state". Suspiciously none of the commissioners condemned the proposal, just saying things like it's not the right time, clearly leaving the door open for future pandering. Kind of like saying it wasn't "the right time" for the Iraq war.

As always, though, the developer lawyer was bald.