Showing posts with label idealism. Show all posts
Showing posts with label idealism. Show all posts

Sunday, October 03, 2021

Poor towns get stuck making bad deals

 The Effingham Zoning Board completed a long case this year in which an applicant asked for the necessary permissions to reinstate gasoline service at a convenience store that had removed its pumps and tanks six years ago, when new standards would have required them to replace their existing fuel facilities with new ones that met stricter standards for pollution control.

The mandate from the state, following on federal guidelines, skewed the requirement to favor larger corporations or wealthier store operators who could afford to front the cost to install the upgraded systems. Poorer stores could get a grant to quit the gasoline business completely and have all of the old fuel supply equipment removed at no cost to the store owners. There was no aid to upgrade the equipment. Go big on your own dime, or go away. The store here in Effingham opted to go away.

Without fuel sales, the convenience store relied on its deli and other retail offerings. The owners soon put the business up for sale.

The store is on the westbound side of Route 25. Within a quarter of a mile to the west, another, older store is located on the other side of the highway, convenient to eastbound traffic. The left turn into it from westbound Route 25 can be stressful at times when traffic is heavy. It's never as heavy here as it is in densely populated areas where truly heavy traffic is the norm, but it can get thick and fast enough to make the turn across its flow a bit tense, as one watches the rear view mirror for missiles coming up from behind as well. It was nice having an option on either side. And the older store is actually in Ossipee, so its tax revenue does nothing for Effingham.

The Ossipee valley is both blessed and cursed with the largest stratified drift aquifer in the state of New Hampshire. Stratified drift aquifers are the most productive reservoirs of ground water, but their water absorbing properties and the speed of its transmission through them make them especially vulnerable to pollution, such as the threat presented by buried tanks of the toxic chemicals on which our motor vehicles and transportation system rely.

The most vulnerable parts of the aquifer tend to be the flattest and most attractive to road construction and development. Back when people moved on foot or behind animals whose exhaust products were large and tangible but readily biodegradable, this coincidence did not present a problem. The more we came to rely on chemicals that we should really avoid drinking, and put more and more septic systems into that nice flat ground, the more bad things crept -- or poured -- into the aquifer when things went wrong.

When you know better, you do better, at least ideally. Certainly there's at least some public pressure not to poison people's wells, although concern diminishes with distance. As one native resident of the east side of Effingham remarked about a proposed race track on the west side of town back in the 1990s, "It wasn't near me, so I didn't care about it." But a little at a time we manage to increase people's awareness that problems have a way of creeping closer. You may never care about the people who live a mile away, let alone a longer distance, but maybe you'll figure out that your turn will come eventually, and you should figure out what your principles are.

Principles are not absolute. Idealists might have absolute principles, which is why they're useful as philosophers, but often disastrous in government. You have to lay the template of an ideal across the actual landscape of the place itself and the people who live there, and find a way forward that helps more than it hurts.

On the first application, for the Special Exception to have a gas station in town, the applicant appeared to have a decent case, since there had been a gas station on that site from 1997 to 2015, and it had not been discontinued due to any specific violation. It was only in site plan review at the Planning Board that someone noted that the convenience store and former gas station was located in the groundwater protection overlay district. The groundwater protection overlay district is based on the vulnerability of the aquifer presented by the particular soils mapped and defined in it. Until 2015 there were three gasoline stations on Route 25 between Route 16 and the Maine border. All of them are disastrously sited by the terms of the groundwater protection overlay district, and all of them were grandfathered, because they predated the ordinance by many years. Two of them upgraded their equipment by 2015 and continued to operate. They are also in other towns, not in Effingham. Thus they represent little value to Effingham's coffers.

The applicants had to return to the ZBA for a variance to allow them to put a prohibited use -- the gas station -- into the groundwater protection district. While the Special Exception had been pretty straightforward, the variance was not. It was gasoline versus drinking water. But it was also a functioning, tax-paying business that was reinstating a use that had already been there without incident for 18 years before it was discontinued. While there was some evidence of minor leakage in the soil samples taken when the tanks were removed, no one with a well nearby had reported pollution, and no evidence of it had appeared in surface streams that flow near the property. The new tanks would have to meet the standards that replacement tanks would have met in 2015, if the previous owners had put them in right away without delay. But gas stations are notorious sources of pollution, which was why they were prohibited in the district.

The deliberation was not an easy one. The resulting approval was not unanimous. But, as the dissenter, I fully understand the reasoning by which approval was granted. A variance has to meet five criteria to pass. It can't meet three out of five or four out of five. A majority of board members must agree that the application satisfies all five of these criteria. I felt that the application did not satisfy all criteria, but these decisions rely on interpretation. Specifically in this case, approval of the variance is not supposed to be contrary to the public interest,  but the choice was between the public interest of an improved economy and tax base versus the possibility of groundwater contamination. Were we better served to expand an existing business back to its original level of services, or to insist that anyone who wanted such a business had to find a site with acceptable soils? This would require the environmental disruption of a piece of undeveloped land, and I'm not sure such soils exist along Route 25 within Effingham. As for anywhere else in town, I'm hard pressed to think of any other town road on which you could put a convenience store and have it actually be convenient.

The only other through route is Route 153, which runs down the eastern edge of town so closely that it's actually in Maine for a short stretch. In South Effingham, one side of the road is New Hampshire and the other side of the road is Maine. There used to be a store in South Effingham, with gas pumps, but it was on the Maine side of the road. Ha ha! No tax revenue for you, Effingham, even though the family that lives all over that part of town lives on both sides of the road. It's one community in two states, living in bucolic tranquility untroubled by their respective state capitals. But when the tax bills come, the money divides like a watershed, flowing each toward a different town hall, eventually sending some to Augusta and some to Concord.

 The middle of Effingham is a compact mountain range about seven or eight miles west to east, and perhaps five miles south to north. Its highest peak is Green Mountain at the east end. The range tapers down over successively lower summits to Welch Top on the west end. The granite mass is separate from any other mountain system in the area, surrounded almost entirely by the glacial sediments of the Ossipee Aquifer. No roads cross it. The ones that used to cut into its flanks are not maintained all the way through.

The gas station on Route 25 represents the difficult bargains made by poor towns. If Green Mountain contained mineral resources that some corporation was willing to pay big money to extract, rest assured that it would be called Green Canyon by now. Remember also that the bigger the business, the more they will chisel for tax breaks. And the jobs they bring may be hazardous for workers who are inadequately compensated for that risk. The bulk of the profits generally go to executives and investors who don't even live in the town. Should a town do it? By some measures, absolutely not. What's lost is irreplaceable. But at some point you have to pay for basic services for the people who do live there. In the case of a state of the art gas station, the guarantee of harm is replaced by a gamble on the updated standards and on the operators' willingness, ability, and luck in maintaining a clean operation that will prosper sufficiently to make it a genuine asset.

What kind of businesses are appropriate on the aquifer that would actually be profitable and provide reliable tax revenue to the town? You could throw out a shingle for all kinds of cute and clean ideas, but will you make enough money to continue? Something grubby and mundane like a gas station serves everyone. Yes, we need to end the era of petroleum immediately, to save the environment on which all life depends, but so far we haven't, and the business model remains quite normal. If and when our species gets around to shutting down the industry, the end of the profits will be a problem for the investors who chose to hang on. This includes the gas station in question. Humans invented their way into this mess. Whoever survives will do their best to invent their way out.

Running even a small town takes more time and attention than just showing up once a week or once a month for a two-hour meeting. That's why town board positions tend to be filled by retired people or people whose work schedule allows them the flexibility to put time into training and research. You do get the self-serving scallywags who use their position for personal gain, like contractors on planning and zoning boards, and selectmen who steer contracts to their cronies. But you also get sincere individuals who are trying to do as good a job as they can for the ordinary people who trust them to find the balance.

We had a selectman for a while who was very active finding grants and other funding mechanisms to reduce the direct burden on local taxpayers, and who promoted the idea that anything we did spend money on should be built to last, so that we didn't have to spend more money on it soon afterward. But he annoyed some people who marshaled enough voters to vote him out by a slim margin, because fiscal efficiency is nice, but nobody likes a smartass. Thus do small towns shoot themselves in the foot over petty grievances. He also was pretty good at observing the conflicting effects and unintended consequences of town ordinances, and seeking a balance among competing wants and needs. He wasn't always right, but he asked good questions and facilitated discussion. He had served on a number of other town boards, including zoning, and returned to the ZBA as an alternate after he was no longer on the select board.

The approval of the gas station is probably going to be challenged in court. The denial would have been challenged by the opposite party. The conflicts are clear cut to their partisans. It will be interesting to see how the next level deals with it.

Tuesday, January 15, 2019

James Madison was an idealistic dipshit

I'll admit that during the years when I was supposed to be getting an education I was much more concerned with looking cool and getting laid. Everyone who was around me at the time can attest to my failure at both of those, but they were still my preoccupations. Otherwise I would have come to this opinion much sooner.

To be fair to all the boneheads like me, and all of the others who accepted the world as they found it and got on with their personal ambitions, the country was turning 200 years old when we were in our school years. We'd beaten the Nazis and were holding the Commies at bay. We were growing up in the greatest country that had ever existed, and it had nowhere to go but up. Wasn't everything worked out already? Sure, there had been slavery, but the Civil War stomped that out. Sure, there had been civil rights problems, but that was getting sorted out, too. Cynics could say what they wanted about corruption and incompetence, but the country was fundamentally great.

My nearsighted eyes scanned the world through prescription rose-colored glasses.

Now here we are with it all falling apart. And I come to find out, from this handy article in The Atlantic, that the defects were all built in purposely, by our revered Founding Fathers, who turn out to be a bunch of idealistic dreamers. This country badly needed some cynics back while there was still time for the cure to work.

Lots of things leaped off the page at me, but this one was especially poignant:

"The best way of promoting a return to Madisonian principles, however, may be one Madison himself identified: constitutional education. In recent years, calls for more civic education have become something of a national refrain. But the Framers themselves believed that the fate of the republic depended on an educated citizenry. Drawing again on his studies of ancient republics, which taught that broad education of citizens was the best security against “crafty and dangerous encroachments on the public liberty,” Madison insisted that the rich should subsidize the education of the poor."

The poor bastard had no idea that the crafty and dangerous encroachments on public liberty would be the absolute aim of the rich. The rich had no need for democracy and individual liberty. The term globalism might not have been coined yet, but rich people everywhere share one unifying philosophy: become richer.  Once the war of independence was done and dusted, the rich could get back to commerce. The nation itself was just a vehicle for ensuring that power remained concentrated in the right hands. Sure, the concept of liberty meant that a commoner could join their ranks through the right combination of education, experience, acquaintances, and luck. But no one had to take seriously the opinions of tradespeople and farmers unless they had managed to make their commercial endeavors sufficiently lucrative.

Or maybe he wrote the whole thing with a twinkle in his eye, as a sop to any among the rabble who might be able to read and reason a little bit. Many of our public documents scan really well. But then the Soviet Union had a nice constitution, too. And the very same US Constitution was used to justify racism and to combat it. It brought us Roe v Wade and might take it away as well. It's all subject to interpretation. Laws are only as good as their enforcement. If it was all cut and dried, no one would bother to become a lawyer.


The very concept of a republic unabashedly favors elitism. Those are your choices: the mob rule of direct democracy, or the elitism of a republic. The idealists who penned our owner's manual at the end of the 18th Century believed that an enlightened elite existed and would continue to exist. They believed that some concept of inclusive, socially responsible virtue would naturally accrue through education and good breeding. They had faith that the concept of the republic of free men would have such eternal appeal that the rich and powerful would revere it for generations.


Perhaps the fact that it was a republic of free men made its odds seem much better. Viewed through that lens, it becomes a joint business venture in which all the major shareholders get a voice unlimited by hereditary aristocracy or an overbearing monarch. The United States of the founders' vision was a nice private club. Too bad they didn't have the wit to write their charter a bit more exclusively from the outset. It would have saved us a lot of grief. Of course if you happened to be a slave or a woman or a native, things would have stayed as bad as they ever were. Careless writing set the stage for centuries of bloodshed. I blame the pot. You know those plantation owners grew hemp and wacky weed. I can just see a group of them, sitting around in a cloud of smoke. One of them, holding in a cough, says:


"Gentlemen: Imagine a country in which the only limits on a man are his own initiative and the gifts God has given him." Coughs through his nose, loses it, the whole room breaks up laughing.


I'm sure they meant well. But every concept can be twisted, and some concepts lend themselves much more easily to it than others. The United States was designed to depend on the good faith and intentions of its most powerful and influential people. And yet what do they say of power? It corrupts. Even the desire for it corrupts. We have no fail safe mechanism to filter out the greedy and the grandiose from the truly selfless and dedicated. And why should we have to depend on our leaders being saintly? If that sort of behavior wasn't rare, we wouldn't have saints. We would just have people, being routinely good.


The America of the modern ideal, say the fantasy we held in the1960s, depended on a sense of shared struggle and shared reward. That supposedly drove the country during the Second World War, and evolved into the antiwar and social justice fashions of the 1960s and '70s. But it was crumbling by the end of the 1970s, and took fatal blows in the 1980s. 


I used to believe that human nature was fundamentally good. Then I started to believe that maybe some people were fundamentally bad. Now I believe that the concepts of good and bad depend entirely on your point of view. I know what I think is good and bad, but the world has demonstrated time and again that it doesn't care what anyone thinks. Evolution merely tallies the totals from every category and spits out a result.