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

Friday, April 2, 2010

Off The Clock


We have a few live ones amongst us. You know the ones. They rarely make contact with the outside world except when they are calling "Voice Off" editorial phone lines, and sending off the wall comments to the Telegram & Gazette about anything they have the faintest knowledge of.

T&G: The crocuses are blooming in Central Mass..

Comment: Those crocuses do the same thing year after year. You would think they would learn by now. Where do they get off? It is up to the Chairman of the Highway Department to stop this behavior. It happened on his watch...blahblahblahblahblahblahblah.

I get my share of them, too. Go figure. I post most of them, and let folks sort them out on their own. Others, that are hateful, totally off subject, using a lot of foul language, or just totally crazy, I ignore.

Recently, I have received comments regarding a post, and the same person comments over and over again about people not associated with the original article. I have no clue to who they are referring to most of the time, and neither do they. Sometimes I post them to be kind, but after awhile, and as they get crazier, and crazier, I just delete them.

I know, a bit hard, but I punch out on the Compassion Clock at 7:15 in the morning, and from then on it is anyones guess which one of me you'll get.

It's my time now.

So, I guess what I'm saying is continue to make comments about what you read here, and if you don't see yours posted you'll know why.

I was off the clock.


Scribbled by on

No comments:

Post a Comment



Anonymous comments not accepted, and will be rejected. Please use your full name. Choose "Name / URL" and enter your name, and your name ONLY. Leave "URL" blank.

Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom)