Lunching Ladies and Property Taxes
The boat, it appeared, did not talk back. He didn't seem to mind.”
The opening lines of a fictional short story? No, the lede to a “news” article in the Star-Ledger.
Please. Are we to believe the intrepid reporter Judy Peet asked the lunching ladies how much they paid for their haircuts? Or that this conversation occurred within her earshot?
"That's what I mean," said one casually chic woman to the other. "How can this town improve if we don't do something about people like that?"Or that someone bragged about the price of their new condo while explaining the need to get rid of the "working class white trash"?
Cottages are giving way to condos and as one new owner of a $350,000, two-bedroom unit put it: "It's time for the town to put pressure on these old clam diggers to clean up their properties or get out."“New Highlands, meet old Highlands.”
Welfare mothers live side-by-side with teachers, writers and a Rutgers paleoanthropologist.That’s the old Highlands. Who are these snobby people of the new Highlands? According to Peet, they are people who fled Manhattan after 9/11.
“Working-class town shifts from gritty to grand as wealthy move in” and stories of “class conflict” abound. Oh, and Peet mentions property taxes have increased 43 percent.
No wonder people walk around muttering to themselves.