Passing the smell test for data centers; bargain, don’t ban

Paradoxically, we really hate data centers but keep needing them. 

I remember the call. The city manager told me to buckle up. A re-zoning for a smelly new potato-salad factory was coming my way. On a street with nothing but houses. 

My life as a city planner flashed before me like the grainy black and white final scene of Frankenstein — angry village mobs storming my office with torches and pitchforks to burn it down with me in it. 

He wished me godspeed. 

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