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, June 11, 2008
Did I Say That Out Loud?
"It's not the heat, it's the humidity.", the store clerk said to me in her air conditioned check-out space. In my head I grabbed her by both ears, lifted her a foot off the ground, stared directly in her eyes and said, "No. It's the heat."
Heat brings out the crazy in me. Thank God it stays in my head. No, I wouldn't assault anyone no matter the temperature, but sometimes a little Water Mitty-ing is good to keep one sane.
I smiled back at the clerk, nodded, and in my best voice I said, "You've got that right."
Yesterday was day four of an early heat wave here in Central Massachusetts. No big deal, this is the time of year for it, but it is a tad early. Would I be better prepared, and better able to handle the heat if it came in four weeks?
It is the one thing I can whine about, and feel a camaraderie with others, too.
On the way out of the store a patron asked me if it was hot enough for me. In my head I nailed her with a squirt gun.
I smiled, and mumbled something. I was dehydrated, and slowly loosing perspective.
I'm glad that when all circuits are functioning normally we have this little "draft box" in our brains. We can think of a pithy reply, but edit it to fit the moment. Saves a lot of face, and bruises. There are times when the phrase, "Did I say that out loud?" can be heard, but for the most part what goes on inside our heads, stays there, and the socially accepted version is dispensed.
I do a lot of editing.
When I read of a proposal, or comment made by a co-worker, a relative, or a politician, I'll challenge it in my head first, then respond with the best socially acceptable response that still enables my feelings to be shared.
Giving my brother a wedgie, or flicking a spoonful of whipped cream at a co-worker is not socially acceptable. I need to be a better editor.
Well, it's not all my fault. It's all this humidity.