Sixteen years ago I “approached” a young lady living in a section of West Ruimveldt in the Georgetown Capital. But because of the deplorable conditions of what passed for “roads” and pathways, I balked at accompanying her home.
Since she had lived in that portion of “West” for many, many years before we met, it means that for some twenty-five- thirty years, no government or municipality ever got around to fixing those roads as would befit the community’s human-being residents. (Okay, okay, I know that such scenarios would have been repeated (normal, common)
