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

Monday, July 20, 2009

Fiskdale Telephone Pole Leaking

I am easily amazed, or amused, depending on the situation. Recently, here in Fiskdale, I have been both.

There is a new tourist attraction here in town. It appeared subtly, but is fast making its mark. If left unchecked I can only imagine what more excitement it will bring.

The Secret Spring of Flowing Water could become a tourist draw second only to Old Sturbridge Village, but judge for yourself. Drive west on Route 20 past MicKnucks grocery store, and just up the road, on the right, at a telephone pole on the corner with School Street is a remarkable sight. There, coming from deep in the ground at the base of the telephone pole is a bubbling spring of water!

It's a meeer-ray-cull!!! Fresh, clean water coming out of the ground from around the telephone pole, and flowing onto the sidewalk and onto the road everyday for most of the summer. I've never seen this happen before.

It's a sign.

But a sign for what?

I really don't rightly know. Maybe its the high ground water level due to all the rain we've enjoyed this season, or maybe it's the reemergence of an old spring long ago capped over, and only now making itself known again.

Or, it could be a busted water pipe.

Naw. That can't be it. Yes, there was a house at this site long ago, and maybe the old water service pipe was never fully removed. Nope. It's a miracle. Yep, that's what it is, a modern day burning bush, or rather, wet pole.

Now, if it is a spring, or an old water pipe that's sprung a leak, then we're just seeing the tip of the iceberg with the water flowing to the surface. There must be bazillions of gallons down in the ground, under the pole just carving away at the soil, gravel, and rocks under there. Ground is probably kinda mushy down there.

So, what's next? Well, if you stick a pencil in a bowl of pudding, it will stand upright for a bit, but after a while, what happens?

I figure that at the rate the water is flowing out of the ground twenty four hours a day, seven days a week, that sometime come mid-September that telephone pole is going to slowly slide into the ground and bring all our utilities that much closer to us.

Can you hear me now?

So, if you're in the mood for a fun filled "Stay-cation" and don't want to spend a whole lot on amusing the kids, then pack up the car, grab the camera and head out to the corner of School and Main. Bring a lunch and make a day of it, and don't forget the kids "floaties", but hurry. Who knows, the spring could dry up anytime we get more than three days of summer weather in a row, or if the DPW goes on an explore and digs a hole to see what's up.

Fun is where you find it, and in today's economy, it's nice to find some right on Main Street.

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