Were I a professional promoter of downtown Greensboro, I would hope that the people paying my salary do not ask me why tomorrow's food truck festival is happening somewhere other than the place I am payed to promote. I might say, hey, you were the people who told me to keep these trucks out of downtown and then left me to twist in the wind as 1,476 people signed up for this thing on Facebook, but that kind of truth-telling rarely plays well with one's bosses.Then I'd slip on a hat and shades and go to the festival and try to figure out how downtown might capture some of this energy and grassroots enthusiasm instead of working to keep it out.
Were I a downtown restaurateur or landlord, I'd join the economic developer on that surveillance mission, and try to bring back ideas that have more to do with luring people to my establishment and less with making their choices for them.
Were I a member of City Council, I'd get there early and stay late, be photographed eating all kinds of food, and tell as many people as possible that I really really like this idea and hate the red-tape-wrapped downtown trial as much as anyone. And were I Trudy Wade, people would have a reason to believe me.
Were I a food-truck operator, I'd enjoy the big day, and let everyone know where I'll be setting up from now on in a part of downtown that lies just outside the exclusion zone.
Were I anyone else in this part of North Carolina, I'd take advantage of a beautiful fall day by strapping on the feed bag and hanging out with a bunch of other folks who will not be downtown on a nice Sunday because downtown doesn't want them.