For carlsbadistan.com 
On Saturday I had an attack of déjà vu in downtown San Diego that  made we wonder if Occupy Wall Street could ever come to our sleepy  little Village By The Sea. Let me explain.
My wife and I had to wade through an Occupy San Diego encampment in  front of the Civic Theatre, where we were headed to see the revival of  the 60’s rock musical, HAIR.   Karen was more excited about seeing the show than I was. Although we  both have vivid memories of those psychedelic days, hers are more  pleasant than mine.
She found her inner flower child in the late 60’s, leaving a  stuck-in-the-50’s husband who preferred the kind of obedient wife we see  today only in the popular retro TV series Mad Men.  I was a high school English teacher affecting a Bono look, no not that  Bono, the Sonny one who harmonized with Cher. Sporting fashionably long  hair and a slightly droopy mustache, I wore paisley ties, a macramé belt  and waffle-stomper boots. But my polyester sport coats gave me away.  The only risk I took in the 60’s was standing too close to an open flame  in that attire. I was a hippie wannabe.
The  hundred or so protesters camping out in front of the theatre appeared  to be about the same ages as the actors on stage portraying pot-smoking,  advocates of peace and love. But there were some important differences.  There were no faint aromas of marijuana, petula oil, or incense wafting  through the air. No angry chanting or taunting of the four good-natured  police officers keeping a friendly eye on the group.
We were approached by a young woman who asked if we had any  questions. I asked her if she was a student. She had been, she  explained. But after completing two years of college, planning to be a  teacher, she had run up $18,000 in student loans. She dropped out  because she feared she’d be taking on more debt than a teacher’s salary  would allow her to ever pay off. She’s now making what she called “good  money” as a waitress, earning a whopping $2,000 a month. Her top  priority in the protest was to make college more affordable…like free,  as it is in several other countries.
Her sad story helped me see a link between the reason she was there  and what’s currently happening with funding for Carlsbad schools.  Announcing a potential budget shortfall of $11 million next year, the  district is asking the public for feedback on how to cut costs by  responding to a survey on the district’s web site.
The irony here is that, according to SANDAG figures, the city has the  largest collection of wealthy households in North County, with nearly  one in four enjoying incomes exceeding $100,000. But, revealing the  wealth gap, more than half have incomes below $60,000.
While its schools face severe cuts, Carlsbad enjoys a comfortable  budget reserve exceeding $50 million and provides annual million dollar  bailouts of its failing golf course. The city council is currently  looking for ways to save more money by outsourcing the jobs of the  city’s lowest paid workers.
In his state of the city address, Mayor Hall declared that Carlsbad’s  business climate “is about to explode” because of the city’s special  efforts to become business friendly.
Will the city consider a bailout of its public schools, or does that  not qualify as business friendly? I’m not holding my breath. It appears Carlsbadistan is not ready to be occupied.

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