I’ve seen the bowels of bureaucracy, and believe you me, the view from up here is much better. Let me introduce myself. My name is Polly Valentine. We may have met briefly last fall when I started pedaling up a pylon on the Maple Street Bridge. Alas, my journey was temporarily, forcibly derailed for a bit. But now I’m back, fully reinstated as the Sisyphus of Peaceful Valley, eternally pedaling but never getting far. (These brand new black braces anchoring my bike wheels to the concrete certainly don’t help. Thanks, Office of Public Works.)