I cannot believe it. I just can’t.

People will go into a tizzy, an absolute frenzy.

A virtual panic will permeate our fine city, probably right into parts of Greendale.

The need for a support group will escalate.

Oh, the pain, the pain.

Why? Why? Can’t we make it stop?

I’m not sure we can fully grasp the enormity, the rather serious nature of this situation.

An outdoor party, every Saturday night, through almost the end of September. This is Franklin, after all. Apparently those party-goers who are about to descend are unaware how we pull up the sidewalks around 7:00 pm.

Egad, for nearly four months our besieged community will be subjected to lights, cars, and music. That’s right.

Lights, cars, and music, oh my!

Lights, cars, and music, oh my!

All the while, folks like those in the above pictures will be gathering.

Laughing.

Joking.

Singing.

Some might even resort to, GASP, dancing.

Good God Almighty, what is our city coming to?

An actual destination spot with people of all ages leaving their homes to gather here for a good time.

Won’t anybody listen? We can’t be having any of that in Franklin.