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Part of the charm of working with kids is the serendipity of any given school day. And every so often, itâs good for a principal to inject a little administrative zest.
Like the other day, when the âcode enforcement officerâ of Schoolsvilleâmeârealized that the merchants and construction companies working out back by the playground sandbox had not taken out the required permits. So I paid a visit to the supervisors at their place of business: Mrs. Pelletierâs grade twoâthree classroom.
âWe canât have retail stores doing business and large-scale public works projects under way without proper permits,â I told the kids. âItâll be mayhem. Fortunately, I have the official paperwork right here.â
As soon as I handed out the regulation permit forms to the surprised crew of sandbox contractors and engineers, and the proprietors of the Big Stump Variety Store, there was a flurry of paperwork. And in the twinkling of an eye, Schoolsville was changing from unincorporated territory to a bustling municipality. It was, in fact, a boomtown.
Everything was going well down at the permit office until the new applicants read the line on the permit application that required proof of insurance. No one had bothered to secure the required liability coverage. âWhatâs an insurance binder?â asked Jacob.
âWhat if someone tripped and fell in your store, or you lost your inventory to fire or theft?â I explained in my best CEO manner. The business owners saw the point. Fortunately, third grader Byron, the local insurance agent, was on hand: Dossett Accident and Indemnity Inc. to the rescue. The policy he was promoting was pricey (11 pinecones for two months!), but covered just about everythingâexcept, specifically, hurricanes, floods, and other âacts of God.â
This flung wide the door of economic opportunity. Bankers arrived on the scene, offering favorable rates on minimum deposits of seven pinecones, and offering building loans and investment capital below prime. Could realtors be far behind? Ian, of Henderson Realty, presented his card and went to work on the creation of a new subdivision. Luxury condos in Schoolsville were on the horizon. Good news for all the builders in town.
In the next few days, the municipality positively buzzed. One job after another expanded the economy and labor force, or was required by the economy and workforce as it expanded. Along came Deputy Colson, Parking Warden Spinazola (she consented to handing out only warningsâ at least to current residents. No guarantees for newcomers), Harbor Master Griffiths, and even Plumbing Inspector Hassett. Beyond the construction trades and enforcers of the various codes, the more sedate trappings of village life took shape. Hannah became librarian, Jen wanted to be lighthouse keeper, and Charlotte opened up her veterinarian and large-animal practice. Tyler imagined himself as commissioner of hockey, Savanna as superintendent of ballet. The commissioner of agriculture is the new first grader named Apple.
Even a lawyer, with a practice limited to civil suits and playground law, found acceptance and a livelihood: Jacob Witting, attorney at law. And how many attorneys advertise their prices right out front on their âshingleâ? Witting does:
Schoolsville is a very special legal environment indeed.
The playground town grew and prospered; other diverse roles were invented and filled. By the end of the week there was a fire chief, Japanese restaurant owners, even a stunt coordinator. A few gaps remain. There is as yet no justice of the peace or postmaster. Schoolsville still needs a director of recyclable resources and a sanitation department head. As of yet, thereâs no tax collectorâbut itâs probably only a matter of time. Somebody has to pay for the new sewer plant.
And Schoolsville isnât perfect. It looks like Attorney Witting may have some lawsuits on his hands, as the parking warden has extended her authority over the town line. It seems a certain green car had overstayed its welcome in her neighborhood, so she ticketed itâand had Deputy Colson tow it away. The owner, her dad, has filed a grievance. Heâs looking for relief from the four-pinecone fine and three-pinecone-a-day storage fee. The lawyer is the only one who stands to benefit from this one. We may need a judge in town before long. Alas, at press time Witting was quitting his practice to run for political office: mayor of the playground.
I just hope the real estate bubble doesnât burst. I think I got in at the bottom and naturally Iâd like to get my equity out at the peak. Buy low, sell high, as the kids say. My new brokerâa bright-eyed third grader named Maxâis recommending pinecone futures. I donât need to corner the market. School currency has a promising future, and I just need a little small change. Iâve also got a big tab going down at the variety.
Todd Nelson is principal of the Adams School in Castine.
Like the other day, when the âcode enforcement officerâ of Schoolsvilleâmeârealized that the merchants and construction companies working out back by the playground sandbox had not taken out the required permits. So I paid a visit to the supervisors at their place of business: Mrs. Pelletierâs grade twoâthree classroom.
âWe canât have retail stores doing business and large-scale public works projects under way without proper permits,â I told the kids. âItâll be mayhem. Fortunately, I have the official paperwork right here.â
As soon as I handed out the regulation permit forms to the surprised crew of sandbox contractors and engineers, and the proprietors of the Big Stump Variety Store, there was a flurry of paperwork. And in the twinkling of an eye, Schoolsville was changing from unincorporated territory to a bustling municipality. It was, in fact, a boomtown.
Everything was going well down at the permit office until the new applicants read the line on the permit application that required proof of insurance. No one had bothered to secure the required liability coverage. âWhatâs an insurance binder?â asked Jacob.
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âWhat if someone tripped and fell in your store, or you lost your inventory to fire or theft?â I explained in my best CEO manner. The business owners saw the point. Fortunately, third grader Byron, the local insurance agent, was on hand: Dossett Accident and Indemnity Inc. to the rescue. The policy he was promoting was pricey (11 pinecones for two months!), but covered just about everythingâexcept, specifically, hurricanes, floods, and other âacts of God.â
This flung wide the door of economic opportunity. Bankers arrived on the scene, offering favorable rates on minimum deposits of seven pinecones, and offering building loans and investment capital below prime. Could realtors be far behind? Ian, of Henderson Realty, presented his card and went to work on the creation of a new subdivision. Luxury condos in Schoolsville were on the horizon. Good news for all the builders in town.
In the next few days, the municipality positively buzzed. One job after another expanded the economy and labor force, or was required by the economy and workforce as it expanded. Along came Deputy Colson, Parking Warden Spinazola (she consented to handing out only warningsâ at least to current residents. No guarantees for newcomers), Harbor Master Griffiths, and even Plumbing Inspector Hassett. Beyond the construction trades and enforcers of the various codes, the more sedate trappings of village life took shape. Hannah became librarian, Jen wanted to be lighthouse keeper, and Charlotte opened up her veterinarian and large-animal practice. Tyler imagined himself as commissioner of hockey, Savanna as superintendent of ballet. The commissioner of agriculture is the new first grader named Apple.
Even a lawyer, with a practice limited to civil suits and playground law, found acceptance and a livelihood: Jacob Witting, attorney at law. And how many attorneys advertise their prices right out front on their âshingleâ? Witting does:
- Small claims (under 20 pinecones): 4 pinecones
- Disturbance of the peace mediation: 5 pinecones
- Arbitration and mediation: 7 pinecones
- Property and boundary disputes: 6 pinecones
Schoolsville is a very special legal environment indeed.
The playground town grew and prospered; other diverse roles were invented and filled. By the end of the week there was a fire chief, Japanese restaurant owners, even a stunt coordinator. A few gaps remain. There is as yet no justice of the peace or postmaster. Schoolsville still needs a director of recyclable resources and a sanitation department head. As of yet, thereâs no tax collectorâbut itâs probably only a matter of time. Somebody has to pay for the new sewer plant.
And Schoolsville isnât perfect. It looks like Attorney Witting may have some lawsuits on his hands, as the parking warden has extended her authority over the town line. It seems a certain green car had overstayed its welcome in her neighborhood, so she ticketed itâand had Deputy Colson tow it away. The owner, her dad, has filed a grievance. Heâs looking for relief from the four-pinecone fine and three-pinecone-a-day storage fee. The lawyer is the only one who stands to benefit from this one. We may need a judge in town before long. Alas, at press time Witting was quitting his practice to run for political office: mayor of the playground.
I just hope the real estate bubble doesnât burst. I think I got in at the bottom and naturally Iâd like to get my equity out at the peak. Buy low, sell high, as the kids say. My new brokerâa bright-eyed third grader named Maxâis recommending pinecone futures. I donât need to corner the market. School currency has a promising future, and I just need a little small change. Iâve also got a big tab going down at the variety.
Todd Nelson is principal of the Adams School in Castine.
