Life Lessons

Life is a series of lessons. Some learned through trial and error, some learned with humility, some with grace.
Some of life's lessons are ingrained on us from childhood: Don't take what isn't yours; clean up your own mess; play fair; don't cheat; don't tell lies; be a good sport, no one likes a sore loser.
Some were learned with the gentle urging of a mother's voice. Some were learned at the end of a switch or the back of a hand. 
However you learned your lessons, there they are, stuck in your head forever. Not that we always pay attention to that voice in our heads. We do disregard it on occasion, and usually find out we should have listened. 
Mama knew best, and was trying to teach you lessons to carry you into adulthood. (and unless your mom was Ma Barker, the lesson were for your own good.) You're supposed to know how to be a grown up. 
Part of being a grownup is admitting when you're wrong.
Apologizing to injured parties without a caveat of "but if you wouldn't have."
So imagine the utter shock of no apology from Karen Smith, who upon hearing that her tirade about violations of the Open Meetings Act by Trustees Uihlein, Stowe and Corey and threats of prosecution were, well, WRONG, offered no apology - zero.
I don't imagine we'll hear one from Russ Mackinder who made the same allegations in a Letter to the Editor in the local paper, either.
So let's call it what it is:
Sour Grapes. 
A last, desperate effort by a sore loser (see mama's lessons) to smear people with good intentions and sound legal advice. (I'm sure the Village attorney would be glad to argue the Open Meetings Act with you ... for a fee .. too bad you missed the meeting, where we all got to hear it for free)
Maybe it would do you guys good to take another of mama's lessons to heart: Don't speak unless spoken to - and stay the hell out of adult conversations. You don't know what you're talking about.
Thus endeth the lesson.