Autumn in the North Cemetery.

Sixty miles west of Boston, Massachusetts there is the small New England town of Sturbridge. Located at the junction of I-90 (The Mass Pike), and I-84 it has become known as the "Crossroads of New England". The town was first settled over 300 years ago, and like other small New England towns it has grown just enough over the years to be in a difficult place today. How do we embrace the future without forgetting how we got to our present? How do we attract the right kind of growth, and maintain who we are? And, what about our culture out here in Central Massachusetts?



These pages will cause one to think about how to protect what we have, our future direction, and how to move on in the very best way.


Those thoughts, and other ramblings, will hopefully inspire more thought, conversation, action, and occasionally a smile...

...seems to be working so far

Sunday, February 24, 2008

G-Force

The other day I went for a drive in town and took my friends dog, Timothy. After a little while of enjoying the sights around town we headed east on Route 20 to New Boston Road.

We waited at the opening in the median in front of New Boston Road for a little over five minutes, until we had a brief opening in the west bound traffic. It was only a tiny opening, and behind that small space in the traffic it looked like the opening lap at the Indy 500.

I had to make my move. I judged the distance, and speed of the oncoming traffic, and tromped it.

I made it onto New Boston Road with my heart in throat, and Timothy's butt in the trunk.

A traffic light at this intersection would be really swell.

Timothy agrees.
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