Trying to Navigate the Middle of the Road
I don’t spend a lot of time on Facebook for numerous reasons. This post is going to briefly talk about one in relation to another subject. I saw a post the other day on the page of a local group that is concerned with local issues. Someone posted a question asking if there are any homeless shelters in town. (The answer is yes, there is one but it is full and has a waiting list.) It wasn’t the question that bothered me, but the answers.
When you travel around New England, through any of the old mill towns, sooner or later will you not only pass an old mill but probably the remnants of an old mill pond as well. The mills are easy to spot, the mill ponds not so much.
I have found a new passion in my life. As I have mentioned I have been spending a lot of time in the woods, walking around and searching for whatever might be out there. I love finding evidence of what man has built. To me, this is real history. It is awesome to see what or ancestors built, whether it be in this century or ten centuries ago. But every once in awhile I come across something that brings some sadness.
In the interest of trying to reverse the effects of not taking care of myself for the last forty years, I have begun walking around my hometown, Southbridge, and surrounding areas. I’m ashamed to admit it but for so many years I never knew of the beauty surrounding me. Whether it is walking through the neighborhoods of Southbridge or the many hiking trails (who knew?) around me I have been constantly surprised by what I see.
