There are two equally annoying factions with competing visions of what Ann Arbor should be. First, we have the artsy types (one could call them “yuppies”, but yuppies are supposed to have some style) who tout A2’s sidewalk cafes and galleries and fairy doors and gourmet pet stores. Then there’s the “town not city” folks, who exalt the Ann Arbor of decades ago and its allegedly unpretentious small-town charm, lamenting the demise of otherwise unlamented local businesses.
You might be compelled to root for the second group, since they’re obviously losing (although both groups scorn development) but it gets harder to justify after reading something like this letter in today’s News:
I propose we all move to a small patch of ground somewhere near a river. We will bring Thano and the Lamplighter, The Old German and Metzgers, Mast’s, Dascola’s, Marshall’s Drugs, and Drake’s, too. Ehnis & Sons, Schlenker’s, Stein and Goetz, Quality Bakery, Campus Theatre, Follet’s, Kresge, The Bagel Factory and Campus Bike & Toy will be there, too. We will have no restaurants where you eat on the sidewalk. Coffee shops will offer donuts. We will buy Strohs at Beer Depot.
And Franzia at Bello Vino? Whatever you say about yuppies, at least they appreciate good beer.
We will found a state university that will be eccentrically preoccupied with scholarship.
Scholarship? We like that, although we thought that the University of Michigan was already doing a pretty good job, what with all the research and stuff they produce.
So what will the benefits of this scholarly institution be?
Children will sneak into the gym on Saturdays to play basketball and no one will care. Our football games will start at noon and end at 2:30. At half time you can get in for free. Kids will stay until dark to play on the field.
Okay, so basically it’ll be a free playground for local kids.
We will leave Ann Arbor to our entrĂ©e-buying, sidewalk-eating, cappuccino-sipping, cell phone-talking, laptop-tapping, SUV-driving, can’t-find-a-parking-space whining, high rise-developing, Art Fair-wrecking, every-Saturday-in-the-fall flag-waving friends.
The people who sit outside at Main Street Ventures restaurants are not, of course, interested in developing high-rises. But since that’s the worst thing you can accuse anyone of in A2, it has to be thrown in there somewhere.