Usually, I rave. Today, I rant… my first.

We, under pressure, agreed to connect with broadband. Our beautiful, calm, rural neighborhood is a physical mess, and we are constantly getting the existing telephone and computer lines cut… every other day.

The workers are young and unsupervised. We are worried about our water lines, next. This isn’t fun. I want to move to a yurt.

If broadband is supposed to work, we need capable, responsible, accountable humans making it possible.

Francie Hansen/San Juan Island