Sorting out opinions

One day during the past week I was getting into my car downtown and one of my six regular readers was getting into his across the street.

He hollered at me, “You just keep writing that paper and I’ll keep on reading it!”

Wasn’t that nice? I wish I had asked him what he read that he liked because tonight is “write the editorial night” and I cannot think of a thing to say. I hope I can touch on a topic he likes.

I am saying nothing about the weather, that’s for sure. I learned my lesson … two blizzards worth! The only thing I have to say about all this snow is that I am glad to still be driving that old 1999 Buick. It is such a beast that when the driveway fills with snow, all I need to do is point it toward the street, check for oncoming traffic, and gun it. That three-foot snow pile left at the foot of my driveway by an early morning snow plow? Kaplooey!

At least I didn’t fall down in the public arena like old What’s His Name and a certain employee from the local market. Of course, typing that sentence is an open invitation to lose my balance and I expect to take a tumble in a day or so. I’ll let you know how that goes.

I also could have filled this space with my opinion of an anonymous letter I received this past week. It was from a reader who complained that a recent Docket page included his or her bad behavior and subsequent punishment — imagine that! Apparently he or she thought the crime and punishment should remain private. However, there was no signature so I could hardly take the complaint seriously. I have already written several columns about my thoughts on anonymous communications. I really cannot think of a fresh way to let you know how insignificant your complaint becomes when you don’t sign your name or let me know precisely what your problem might be.

But then I got a truly nice note from the guy who is fixing up the house at 602 N. Walnut St. He is from Wisconsin and is employed by the person who bought the house and a couple of others in community to make repairs and then sell or rent them. He has been in the community for a month or so and apparently has connected well with some Peabody residents. However, he is nearly finished with the house on Walnut and is about to move on. He thinks he might be coming back to work on the others, but is not sure.

Here is what he wrote, “To whom it may concern: The guy from Wisconsin would like to thank the good people of Peabody that made me feel welcome and helped me at 602 N. Walnut St. Sure nice to know that people do have a heart in this world. Special thanks, Don from Wisconsin.”

With whom did he connect? I am not sure, but I expect some of the regulars at Pop’s Diner and the Coneburg Inn, several merchants, city and local utility employees, and residents who just wanted to visit with someone doing something in the community that would be a plus. To those of you who made him feel at home, way to go!

There you have it, a wide variety of opinion topics. I hope you and the guy in the first paragraph find something to enjoy in this column.

— SUSAN MARSHALL

 

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