The Columbus City Council met on March 17, 2026, at 6:00 PM. The meeting included second readings of ordinances for sewer bond adjustments and an airport PUD amendment, first readings for annexation and rezoning of a 40-acre residential development, salary ordinance revisions, an additional appropriation, and a presentation on upcoming transit route changes. The council also approved appointments to the Human Rights Commission.
Okay, it's six o'clock, and we will call this March 17th City Council meeting the order. Uh first item on the agenda is an invocation followed by the Pledge of Allegiance. Uh and I believe it's Grace. Yes. Um, this evening, Reverend Nick Cable is joining us from Unitarian Universalist Congregation. So please rise if you're able, followed by the Pledge of Allegiance. I appreciate uh being invited back. This is kind of cutting in. Um I hope you'll just be patient with me. I I chose a poem this night. Um we're going through a lot of difficulty in the world right now, and this poem particularly uh lifts up the kind of world I believe we hope to live in. So this is a poem by Naomi Shehab Nai, and it's called Gate A4. And again, it's it's got a little little time in it, so please be patient. Wandering around the Albuquerque airport terminal after learning my flight had been delayed for hours. I heard an announcement. If anyone in the vicinity of gate A4 understands any Arabic, please come to the gate immediately. Well, one pauses these days. Gate A4 was my own gate, and so I went there. An older woman in full traditional Palestinian embroidered dress, just like my grandma wore, was crumpled to the floor, wailing, help, said the flight attendant. Talk to her. What is her problem? We told her the flight was going to be late, and she did this. I stood to put my arm around the woman and I spoke haltingly. Sho doha show badik habiti. The minute she heard any words she knew, however poorly used, she stopped crying. She thought the flight had been cancelled entirely. She needed to be in El Paso for major medical treatment the next day. I said, No, we're fine. You'll get there just later. Who is picking you up? Let's call him. We called her son. I spoke with him in English. I told him I would stay with his mother till we got on the plane and ride next to her. She talked to him. Then we called her other sons just for the fun of it. Then we called my dad, and he and she spoke for a while in Arabic and found out, of course, they had 10 shared friends. Then I thought, just for the heck of it, why not call some Palestinian poets? I know and let them chat with her. This all took up maybe two hours. She was laughing a lot by then, telling of her life, patting my knee, answering questions. She had pulled a sack of homemade mamul cookies, little powdered sugar, crumbly mounds stuffed with dates and nuts from her bag, and was offering them to all the women at the gate. To my amazement, not a single one declined. It was like a sacrament. The traveler from Argentina, the mom from California, the lovely woman from Laredo. We were all covered with the same powdered sugar, all smiling. There is no better cookie. And then the airline broke out free apple juice from huge coolers and two little girls from our flight ran around serving it, and they were covered with powdered sugar too. And I noticed my new best friend by now, we were holding hands, had a potted plant poking out of her bag, some medicinal thing with green furry leaves. Such an old country tradition.