Maybe if Mr. Robar would make a couple of those toilets functional with a little privacy drape, and relocate a couple to strategic locations in the rest of the village, the taxpayers could trim the …
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Maybe if Mr. Robar would make a couple of those toilets functional with a little privacy drape, and relocate a couple to strategic locations in the rest of the village, the taxpayers could trim the police force by a man or two because they wouldn’t have to write so many public urination tickets to those up-to-no-good, law-breaking college kids, that just happen to be the backbone of Potsdam, supporting all the downtown businesses, that pay their share of taxes and help to provide the services that the rest of us use and enjoy. As Marisa Tomei exclaims in her Jersey accent at the end of “My Cousin Vinney,” ”What a … nightmare.”