people to register to vote.
The mayor plowed on. “We need to figure out a proper structure to govern ourselves by. We can’t just stick with a mayor and a town council. So what we want to propose is that we elect an emergency committee to draw up a plan—kind of a constitutional convention. The same committee should oversee things in the interim. And we need to elect somebody as the committee’s chairman. He—or she—can make whatever immediate decisions are needed.”
Someone in the crowd shouted out the mayor’s own name. Dreeson shook his head vehemently. “Not me! The town council raised that idea already, and I turned ’em down. I’m sixty-six years old, folks. I’m a small-town mayor, that’s it.” The elderly man at the podium