Meet Bianca. She was born with a silver spoon and a heart of gold. She comes from an old money family whose wealth stretches so many generations, she has no living relatives who are not as rich as she. Bianca aches to help those less fortunate, but she may be…a little out of touch. Bless her heart she means well. Last year she started a program for underprivileged youth to learn and play polo. This on the heels of establishing a “Bianca’s Bistro” portion of her local food bank that contains 3 kinds of caviar, canned pork belly, capers, an olive tapenade shelf, smoked salmon and gourmet bone broth. She offers a quarterly class at the community center on silver patterns and the occasional surprise china pattern. She finds their rich histories fascinating! Nobody else really seems to, though. Bianca loves sharing her passions with others and just knows she’s enhancing their lives. Her favorite song is “Rich Girl” by Hall and Oates. TAKE HER HOME!
As Courtney was handed the rule pamphlet, she swore she saw the Da Vinci code. Symbols swirled around, English words became foreign and strange. She somehow now knows how to set up a VCR after reading them, but still does not quite understand how to win atMahjong.
Last week she ordered each of them one of those gadgets that shatters your car window in case of a full water immersion. She also ordered a wind up radio. You know, in case the power grid goes down. She changed the air filters in the house last month, and commented that Olive Garden is a heck of a deal if you get a family sized pan with a five dollar take-home add-on. She’s been cracking open a Bud heavy after yoga class lately, and finally decided to try out a MyPillow.
But here she sits, six years after her appointment with WIDK reporting on milk prices, beauty pageants, the occasional car theft, Alderman election scandals, and downtown green space clean up efforts. This stupid little town doesn’t deserve her. She’s meant for greatness, and she despises their perky greetings on the streets....
