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

Wednesday, March 12, 2008

"Excuse Me, Must Have Been Something I Thought."

I am sure you have wondered what in the world would posses someone to ramble on about a smörgåsbord of subjects in public.

Whimsy? A thought process gone awry? Or, is it just thinking out loud?

I believe it's a little of each.

Ever drive down the road and see something, and wonder more about it? Or hear something on the radio and think about it a bit then find yourself thinking about something totally different. How did you get to that place? What sort of things are rattling around in your head? Well, I can't speak for what's in your head, but I can share how things work in mine.

First of all my head is filled with things. All sorts of things. Always has been, and I guess it will continue to fill. Observations, old photos, family, work, love, vacations, plans, unanswered questions, music, and on and on. I call up some of these things regularly. Often on the drive to work, or as I am lying down in bed, just before sleep. That's when I do my best thinking, and planning.

Occasionally, one of these random thoughts will ease itself to the surface, and linger on the surface like a errant soap bubble getting lost on the kitchen counter. Have to acknowledge that bubble, otherwise I'd be staring at it forever to see how long it would last before it burst. So I think. Daydreaming really.

Daydreaming is a wonderful way to improve ones place on this planet. Wondering why things are the way they are, or how to make something better. Planning on how to build a shed in the yard, or an itinerary for a well deserved vacation. The daydreaming, if done right, will take you to those places.

So, every once in a while a thought begins to stir deep inside, then slowly lifts and floats up and out. Most of the time I annoy Mary with them, but sometimes they land here. If they land here, don't take offense, it's just the process, and my constant curiosity.

I want to get those bubbles out. It's like a burp. I know, sometimes it may seem like I could actually recite the alphabet with these "burps", but once out, I feel better. And, as you make comments, I am sure you feel better, too.

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