I love a parade. And that is exactly what marched through the Los Angeles City Council last Wednesday. It was the Unified Charter Parade, and everyone else who was there seemed to love it too.If the parade lacked brass bands and fire engines, it had speeches and celebrations: There was Erwin Chemerinsky at his most sagely impish and George Kieffer at his most jurisprudentially enthusiastic. This was the event, they agreed, that they’d both long feared might not happen: It was the final presentation of a feasible, turn-of-the-century city-charter proposal to the Los Angeles City Council. And it was a love feast, sort of.”I’m sure glad I’m not diabetic,” one wag said while the effulgence of mutual sweetness wafted through the chamber. The long-disordered forces of the elected and appointed commissions had finally gathered, more or less, to wish each other well and declare their long adventure nearly over. You did get the idea — via their observably lesser zeal — that some elected commissioners still thought that the appointed commissioners and their staff may have had significantly more to do with this voluminous document than they and their staffers did.
Source: Parade’s End | L.A. Weekly