I vividly remember you visiting my elementary school to teach us about the weather…
Over the last 28 years I’ve met a significant portion of Connecticut, usually under similar circumstances. It never ceases to amaze me how many remember.
My parents recently retired and moved to Florida after 32 years in Madison. In packing up my childhood home, they found a stack of my goofy ramblings. I was nerdily obsessed with our word processor in the 80s and on it, drafted many poems, stories, and letters for entertainment. (Such was life as an only child in the pre-iPad days!)
Part of what gave me hope when I was let go by Channel 8 was hearing from viewers like Julia. It was the best part (the only good part) of being canned! It was a surprise to me… probably a surprise to my ex-employers too… how deeply ingrained I’d gotten in the fabric of Connecticut.
I’ve been a putz more than once in my life. There are people who’ve approached me and didn’t get the treatment they deserved. That pains me. I’m human. Not every day is a good day. No one always does the right thing.
Thanks Julia for passing this along. It is just as significant to me as it is to you.