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 3, 2009


OK, this space is for everyone that has those last few tremors of Cabin Fever to shake out of their system.

I should make it a prerequisite to donate to the Tables on the Common Fund before leaving a comment. If everyone is soooo pro-Sturbridge, then give a couple of bucks, and enjoy a cup of coffee some Sunday morning on the Common with the family

So, for this particular post, just pick up where you left off, and slam each other. Attack each other with a difference of opinion, or personality.

Maybe, after a bit, everyone will tire out, get it all out their system, act like grownups, and eat their vegetables.

For once, give peas a chance.


  1. You got my $50.

  2. And, you, Jeff Bonja, have got my thanks! Thank you very much for your generous donation. Time for everyone else to step up!


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