The garbage really had anything to do with him, though, it was a City problem, so I agreed that something had to be done about it. Poor Anatole had apparently been accosted by some foul-mouthed Scotsman who reckoned he knew everything about running a restaurant. Prunella was in getting back on my case about the piles of garbage. Still, thousands of families were clamouring to move into town because of the jobs and the services, so there'd plenty of room for them in the meantime. I'd really like to know what the hell the planners were thinking when they laid out those streets. Eventually the freeway would extend all the way to City Name. The freeway had been extended to the point where those residents of Pompeii whose commute took them to Greenfield and the new nuclear plant could make use of it. The town planners were going beserk out east. I was sure I did something over the previous year, but I can't remember what. That's kind of what happened in 1968.īecause before I knew it it was 1969. One thing they said about the Sixties (during my previous life) was that if you can remember them you weren't really there. I also passed yet another ordinance designed to promote high-tech industries, aerospace was the big new thing and I was determined to get in on the action. Still, some interesting new buildings were popping up, particularly in East Funkytown. I was hoping that something better would turn up, but it seemed inevitable that I would have to thinking about exporting the trash again at least we had the budget to afford it as a luxury now as opposed to the early years. I was holding back on building another incinerator, however. Much of the city remained unserviced by the subway, but 90% of residents were now within 10 minutes walk of a subway or surface train station. Thus new stations were laid out there and Balzac Point, from which the line would probably be extended up past Pismo Beach. Some of that would be spent on another new subway line, this one extending under the harbour and across to Westshore. I noticed that even though we'd started off far behind our neighbours in terms of population, we seemed to be catching up with City Name and Buttsville at least.ġ967, and whilst taxes were now fairly low, we still had a fair heap of cash to play with. We reached another little milestone, though this time it carried no immediate reward. There was a little bit of concern about the water pollution caused by the extended port, but as long as it was far away from our pumps I didn't care too much. That should satisfy our power needs for a while.Īnd thus it seemed an opportune time to finally pension off another of our aging coal plants.Īlong with the vacant space, the surrounding area was also upgraded to support heavier industry. Preliminary works were carried out right up to the edge of the town's boundary with RuPaul, which of course we would not make connections with. We did have enough funds to finally expand the port, however. Fortunately we now had a new option up our sleeve, but we'd have to wait until the following year to pull it out. Gus noted that, once again power shortages were becoming a problem. Revenue flows seemed sufficient to give both the residental and commercial taxpayers a 1% cut in tax. The subway system had not been expanded for several years, and with traffic problems continuing to tie up East Funkytown and the El Trentoro Parkway, it was decided to establish a new line, starting with two new stations. The suburbia of Bunkleyville stretched ever further south, right up to the edge of the hill to the south of the city. The airport runway was extended some more, to cater for the increasing number of passenger jets. Some small parks were laid out as well to provide some breathing space. Some more of the Old Town was rezoned for high-density housing. Part 31: Fit The Twenty-Eighth : Nuclear FamiliesĪs Funkytown grew out, we also had to make sure it grew up.