<p>This morning I attended a ribbon cutting in one of the communities that my newspaper covers. That in itself is not exceptional - new businesses open a couple of times of month, and the local Chamber of Commerce sponsors a ribbon-cutting for each. The mayor or one of the city council members usually attends, its over in five minutes, and I take a picture and run a brief news piece.</p>
<p>What made it different today was that the business was the community’s first Wal-Mart.</p>
<p>Not only the mayor was there - the whole city council, the city manager, the police and fire chiefs, the city engineer, the entire board of the Chamber, even the president of the local community college - anybody who is anybody in the community.</p>
<p>The ceremony opened with a prayer, at which a local pastor thanked God for bestowing his blessings on the community by bringing it a Wal-Mart and asking that he continue to bless Wal-Mart and make it thrive and be successful - all in the name of our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ.</p>
<p>Then there was the presenting of the colors by the local American Legion post (no I am NOT making this up - PM me if you want a picture) and the singing of the National Anthem.</p>
<p>Then after a long address by the store manager, at which he thanked everyone under creation, and a mercifully shorter address by the regional manager, the mayor spoke. He talked about how long the community had waited for its Wal-Mart, how the local politicians had never lost faith that the store would happen (he didn’t mention the fact that they bent over backwards, changed zoning rules, and spent a ton of taxpayer money) - and then he invoked the name of the deceased ex-mayor under whom the planning for the store began and promised us that “Ray is looking down today with a big smile and saying ‘See, I told you to keep the faith.’”</p>
<p>Then there was the Wal-Mart cheer by the assembled associates, followed by the cutting of the ribbon by the deceased ex-mayor’s widow.</p>
<p>Finally the store opened for business. There must have been 200 people eagerly waiting, shopping carts at the ready, desperate to be among the first to spend their money. I was almost run over by the shopping carts as I made my way out of the store - which I did as quickly as I could, because I didn’t think it would look very good for the publisher of the local newspaper to throw up all over the nice clean new floor.</p>