ours is a quiet little town on the connecticut shoreline.
we chose to move here from the boston area almost 11 years ago. we decided to move to connecticut to be closer to our families....we had moved up to boston when grace was only 6 months old....we lived there 4 years and had many friends and we enjoyed so much of boston and cape cod....we loved it but we followed our hearts.
from the moment we visited our town, we could only see the wonderful small town feeling, the beachy feeling, the country feeling and the family feeling....and even the schools were excellent and highly rated..our proximity to family was just right...not too far, not too close....just right.....who could ask for more?
our little kiddies were very small and the schools were not a huge concern yet for them....it would be soon enough and we knew that a great town has great schools.
we have only been friends with the nicest people from the day we moved in......including the police officer, officer hanson. well, i may have mentioned this way back when.....we met him when we were in town for barely 10 hours.
we had come down from boston with the moving truck, a ryder moving truck, and biff driving all of the way! oh how the kids and i loved seeing him all the way down i95!
"daddy is dwiving a twuck" our little t.j would shout! he had turned three only 3weeks before.....nobody loved trucks and cars more than our little guy!
construction played a big part in our families lives. we knew every truck's name and purpose....we stopped to talk to any working road crew, we stopped and watched them build our brand new stop and shop, we stopped to visit a local friend with a construction business, we watched roads be resurfaced, we read picture books and books about any from of transportation available....this family was in the know! when our brand new stop and shop opened, it only seemed right to receive an engraved invitation....or perhaps be called in to cut the ribbon on opening day! we were there!
to have our own truck for 24 hours was more exciting than moving to our new home...with a great ice cream shop....one of the reasons grace and t.j. thought we were moving to our new town! we were moved in by dinner time. it was one of the hottest days of the year.....since our truck needed to be returned by the morning, biff and i decided to take the truck back right away.....and act like grown ups.....just get the job done...no procrastination for us! we planned to return the truck, take the kids for ice cream and put them to bed.....
we were off. the new homeowners were on our way...getting things done! i drove in the car with the kids ahead of biff. biff drove the truck...the kids were delighted to have daddy following us. what a great town we had chosen....what a great house....what a great.....
and as we drove out from under the amtrak train trestle with daddy not far behind....we heard a 
loud sound! empty garbage cans must have been rolling through a tunnel. l-o-u-d! i looked in my rear view mirror...you guessed it.....it was biff...in the big truck!
the sign for the underpass was positioned so that biff noticed it just as he was on the hill going down under....and RRRRRRRRIPPPP! like a very large can of
tuna, the top on the truck was peeled back to the rear!
it was right then that t.j. said, "DID DADDY BWAKE THE TWUCK?" as if it had been the most awesome thing he had ever known. t.j. had broken just a few things in his short lifetime....he was enthralled that his daddy had broken something so huge!
that's when my nervous laughter began....and then i saw biff's face....white as chalk. we pulled over into a parking lot. that's when we met our local police! that's when we met the amtrak police! that's when we were so grateful that biff had taken the insurance!
it was at that moment that i said to biff, "if we're in the newspaper again....we're moving!" our new police department was very efficient. one sargent and one officer arrived immediately. we told them that we hadn't even lived here 24 hours! that was a fine how do you do! and that was our warm welcome to our new town. those policemen became our friends as we passed through town or saw them passing by the house! we waved to them everywhere we went! ahhhhh, a great small town!
and in a small town things happen...just like in a big town! we've had alot of things come up...just since we've lived here. a few scandalous stories....and the news crews couldn't be more on it! flashing lights! film at eleven.
we've had a policeman who was stealing lobsters from a favorite local landmark....we've had a drug bust at a small town boutique....they like to cover snowstorms here....we've had a police chief fired for a cover up....we've had a horrific high school stories that is one in a million.....upsetting a whole town....and that's enough! enough!
we love where we live. we only have nice friends. but stuff happens...everywhere. some things we learn about upset us greatly...upset all of us....all of us who live in a town where we care.....we care about the people who live next door....who sit next to us on the beach....or at church....or at a football game....or a soccer game.......rooting our kids on....looking out for one another....looking out for one another's kids.
and when bad things happen....we all feel it. we all care. .....we see the good in people....and believe in the goodness of people....we care about the people we live with.....we are appalled to find out anything different....than what we believe. it's so upsetting that we just don't want to hear it.
when big things happen in a small town,
it affects everyone....the grown ups, the kids,
the teachers, the police, the people who care.
we just don't want
to see any more.
i was out walking the dogs yesterday....thinking about the families and some sad stories of people involved.....and i saw a news truck. i felt sick....why is it such a big story when it's something in our town? why do they make it a headline? i was sad.
i was talking to another mom when i was picking up t.j. at her house. we both know the news stories....we both care about the people... i said,"i feel so sad for the families involved....just sad...and there are news crews to follow the story! it's upsetting to think of this as news." my friend responded....."it was just covered on t.v. minutes ago! that's why the news crews are there!"
i said, "i wish they'd just leave the families alone!"
she said, " it was on the news...it wasn't those families!
they found a dead woman down near the beach!"
i screamed out, "thank God!" relieved for the families of the other headline! my friend said, " but the woman is dead!".....''oh, that's too bad. i was so relieved for the families that i dismissed the fact that a woman was found dead! way too much going on for a small town. a woman was dead and i was relieved!
(please understand i'm very upset to hear that someone has died in our town....the woman has family who are devastated at the loss. my point is that in a quiet town with quite a bit of upset, it is very disturbing to all of us. i only acknowledge this because of the intensity....one situation is so upsetting that i was relieved to hear it wasn't about the first story...i was so relieved, that i barely heard that a woman was dead. of course the loss of this woman, a mom, is also disturbing to me and to us all...it was my reaction to it that allowed me to laugh and have some relief from the upset of it all.)
