West Brookfield has one of the nicest, largest town commons in the state. When I walked into town, I learned that there was going to be a summer concert on the coming that evening. My hosts for the night, Heather and Jeremy, drove me to their place to shower and eat dinner, then drive me back to walk around and and collect messages from the concertgoers.
“What’s killing this state,” said one man volunteering at the Lions Club food truck, “Is taxes. You walk down that street over there and I can point out three houses where elederly couples, that have owned their homes for decades, had to move out because they can’t keep up with the taxes.”
It was a beautiful night for a town concert. The weather was just right and the sun was slow sliding down.