City Hall Forms New Committee for Unfinished Projects, Old Grudges

🛩️ I. PROLOGUE: THE FLY-IN THAT FLATLINED

The Fly-In Community was originally pitched as “Sequatchie’s Skyward Future”—a place where pilots could land, live, and linger. The developer, a man named Blake Withrow who wore two Bluetooth earpieces at once, came in hot with drone footage, PowerPoint renderings, and a slogan: “Land Here. Stay Here. Thrive Here.” It went downhill after the first runway line was drawn in chalk and washed away during a mild drizzle.

By the third month, the fly-in had one streetlight (solar-powered but nonfunctional), one cul-de-sac, two foundation slabs, and an irrigation ditch that Clovis claimed was an “alien landing pad.” The locals stopped asking questions when the Porta-John disappeared but left behind an unsettling scent trail.

To this day, the Fly-In site remains a dusty loop of unfulfilled ambition and half-staked promises—popular with goats, teenagers, and grudge-holders alike.

🧓 II. THE PROBLEM WITH STARTING THINGS

Complaints bubbled up again when RT Mullins tried to relist one of the unbuilt Fly-In plots as a “Sky-Adjacent Studio Retreat” on Marketplace. Mabel Dean Ashcroft saw the post during her afternoon devotional scroll and immediately messaged the “Sequatchie Crossing Enquirer” Facebook group:

“Seems some folks think unfinished projects are just ‘rustic amenities.’ Bless their confused little hearts.”

Within hours, the group had 173 comments and a 22-thread argument over:

• Who “actually started” the Fly-In community

• Whether doughnut-shaped cul-de-sacs were Satanic

• The appropriate zoning for half-built dreams

Boot Barnes claimed the area had once been promised as “backup fairground overflow” back in 1987, citing a folded napkin annotated with a stub pencil.

Chester Ray Blevins offered to laminate it.

🪑 III. THE COMMITTEE IS FORMED (WITHOUT ANY CHAIRS)

Mayor Tillie Tuttle, desperate to restore order (or at least redirect the comment thread), announced the formation of a new city committee:
The Committee for Oversight of Unfinished Civic Projects, Abandoned Development Plans, and Historical Grievance Facilitation.

Locals just called it: “The Grudge Committee.”

Meetings would be held “on site” at the abandoned Fly-In property every other Thursday at 3:33 PM—chosen to “avoid conflict with church, football, and cosmic cycles.”

No budget was allotted for chairs.

Attendees were instructed to “bring your own,” which unintentionally created a bizarre status war of lawn furniture. Mabel Dean brought a quilt-covered pew bench. Brett and Alyssa Crenshaw arrived with biodegradable hemp hammocks infused with cedar oil. Coach Freddie dragged in a stadium bleacher segment “for optimal grit posture.”

📈 IV. TENSION BUILDS FASTER THAN THE PROJECTS

The first meeting included:

• 14 townfolk

• 3 lawn gnomes (for protest)

• 1 goat named Terrance (uninvited, but emotionally involved)

The agenda? Review and “energetically align” every stalled project in town. It unraveled immediately.

Clovis brought a map made entirely of string and conspiracy clippings, alleging that the Fly-In’s concrete slab aligned perfectly with the Bermuda Triangle “if you squint and tilt your aura.”

Wade Langston measured the gravel lot and declared it “a chaos trap of unsanctioned angles.”

Brett proposed rebranding the site as “The Sequatchie Spiral: A Meditative Zone for Unfinished Manifestation.”

Boot muttered, “Back in ’79, we just called that a ditch.”

Then someone passed around kombucha that Shelley Wexler had “spiritually fermented” in moonlight, which triggered a minor outbreak of gastrointestinal uncertainty.

🧨 V. THE INCIDENT (WE KNEW IT WAS COMING)

The real explosion came at Meeting #3, when old grudges boiled over during a presentation about the unfinished community gazebo.

Lurleen Matilda Davenport unveiled a PowerPoint titled:
“Structural Incompletion: Aesthetics, Liability, and Cultural Shame.”

Boot took offense to slide #2, which implied that postmaster-era projects had inferior load-bearing ethics. He stood up, dramatically removed his orthopedic back support, and challenged Lurleen to “explain mailbox sovereignty without weaseling into decimal zoning.”

Meanwhile, RT Mullins streamed it all live, adding captions like:

“BREAKING: Man Challenges Woman to Explain Load-Bearing Ethics Over a Pile of Gravel. Community Swoons.”

Coach Freddie began pacing like a linebacker coach before overtime.

Evelyn Grace Tipton muttered, “Some people just weaponize clip art,” and unplugged the projector with Victorian elegance.

Trixie Jo Bartlett, self-declared “Junior Grudge Historian,” began issuing tickets for “excessive memory use” and “unlicensed nostalgia.”

By the end, Pastor Peeler arrived, stood in the middle of the dust lot, and declared:

“This committee ain’t about finishing projects—it’s about finishing each other.”

And Shelley Wexler whispered, “That’s actually… beautiful?”
Then handed him a crystal and a tiny bottle of something that smelled like oregano and possibility.

🧺 VI. EPILOGUE: THE FLY-IN GETS ONE FLIGHT

At the fourth meeting, no one brought a chair.
They all stood.

RT set off a drone that dropped laminated “Grudge Maps” with Xs on every unfinished structure in town.

Brett and Alyssa launched a series of pop-up “Forgiveness Circles” made of scented rocks.

Clovis declared, “We’ve been tracked. The gnomes are moving.”

And Maggie Sue Dillard arrived with cornbread and a sign that simply said:

“Ain’t no project too broke that a biscuit and a hug can’t fix.”

They ate in silence.

The committee was never officially dissolved, but the fifth meeting was just Kenny Joe Teeter sitting in his cruiser, sipping a milkshake, saying:

“Let’s just let the dust settle. Grudges blow off easier when they ain’t laminated.”

📜 Disclaimer

Disclaimer: The Sequatchie Crossing Dispatch is a work of fiction rooted in satire, folklore, and the uniquely combustible charm of small-town life. This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real towns, committees, or deeply emotional arguments about gazebo roofs is purely coincidental. That said, if you’ve ever held a 12-year grudge over a missing porch post—bless your heart, we get it. Sequatchie Crossing exists only in the minds of those brave enough to imagine a town where zoning laws, casseroles, and conspiracy cassettes collide in glorious disarray.

Real Places Behind the Ruckus – From The Dunlap Directory

Real Places Behind the Ruckus – From The Dunlap Directory

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• SRM Concrete
• Jiffy Junction Market
• Berg’s Diesel Repair
• Smalltown Ceramics
• Wheeler’s Orchard & Vineyard
• Red’s Innovations TN
• N-Stitches
• Sequatchie Cove Farm
• Dunlap Medical Center
• Cain Development
• Rolling Oak Distillery
• Flooring & Tile World – Dunlap
• W N Lofty Grading & Paving Co
• Natural Affinity – Handcrafted Herbal Essentials
• Christy Cartwright Real Estate Agent
• Cambri Hemp

Real Places Behind the Ruckus – From The Dunlap Directory

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