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, September 21, 2008

Monday Musing

In 2003 a man awoke from a coma after 19 years, and spoke. His first word was "Mom".

Freakin' amazing. He spoke a few more words like milk, Pepsi, and then started chirping up a storm. He hasn't shut up since.

I always wondered if when someone awoke from a coma would they continue the conversation from where they had left off, or would they start a new one. In this case it's a bit of both. He asked for a Pepsi, obviously a conversation starter after 19 years, but also asked about President Reagan. He still thought it was 1984.

Some fully conscious people do this, too. Ever hear from a usually omnipresent person after they've been somewhere else for a few weeks? Most of the time the conversation starts anew.

"Hi, Bill."

"Hi, Fred. Where ya been?"


"That's nice. Want a Pepsi?"

This is a normal conversation. A short, but healthy exchange of words. Then, there are the others that are away for a bit, and suddenly call.



"A 1963 Dodge Rambler with a black interior. It was a standard shift, too."

"Is this Fred?"

"Yes. I believe it was light gray."

"Fred, we had this conversation last summer before you went away to Peru. And, in the spring, and over the Holidays I listened to you about the Rambler. Can you talk about something else? Heck, you've been gone for a month, is there anything else you can talk about!"


"I put an eight track in it. Remember?"


These fully conscious people go away for a month, come back and start over as if they had just gone out for bread and milk. The same story. The same rants. The same complaints. Nothing new.

Arrgghh. Irritating as all get out.

Anyway, enough about that. Did I tell you about this fella that awoke from a coma after 19 years?

Freakin' amazing.

1 comment:

  1. Irritating is right! When these conscious people go away I wish they would stay there!


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