To the Editor:
I moved to this quaint little town of Hebron three years ago. I went to high school here, and I brought my street-legal golf cart with me. I drove it to my daughter’s house a block away.
Hebron police would wave to me. A year later, they got a new chief of police. He pulled me over on Mother’s Day and said I couldn’t drive it. He wanted to see the title. Golf carts don’t have titles, only serial numbers. I know because we used to sell them. It was street-legal. We sold plenty to Del Webb. The chief told me no golf carts, no riding lawn mowers or dirt bikes. I told him the next time I see any of them on the street I would call him. I saw two dirt bikes riding on our sidewalk. The chief drove by a half-hour after my call to check it out. I called another time about a dirt bike on my neighboring street. The chief asked me, “What do you want me to do about it?”
I went to a town meeting and spoke to the mayor about it to see whether I could get an ordinance to have a golf cart. A year and a half later, no calls. The motorcycles are loud and speeding, and I never hear of police ticketing them.
I heard through the grapevine about major changes to our water tower. In 1952, we won the state championship in basketball – something to be proud of. The water tower is a symbol to be proud of. I heard it was going to be a flower, then a pumpkin-orange color. Residents want it the way it was before. All residents in Hebron should have a voice in any matters.