I have never been to Newtown Connecticut…Never even heard of it until last Friday.
In my mind, I can picture it now. I have no idea how accurate my mind’s eye might be but, let me share it with you.
Last Thursday…
Newtown Connecticut was the 21st century equivalent to a Norman Rockwell painting.
It’s mid-December. The colorful leave have fallen, been raked up and taken away but, the sky is a vivid blue.
Newtown, last Thursday, was a clean small town full of cheer.
It’s a place where the owners of stores and shops unlock the door in the morning and those owners work behind the counters during the day. Owners, not managers or corporate employees. Owners who hire their friend’s kids to work after school or on weekends.
Newtown Connecticut…A place where everybody in town actually KNOWS the Mayor and the Mayor knows everybody in town whether or not they voted for him.
Last Thursday, in Newtown, it didn’t matter where you went…To the market, the salon, a bakery or the gas station, the same questions would be asked.
“How are you this morning?”
“What can I get for you this afternoon?
“Are you going to the school concert tonight?”
The concert…
Everybody ALWAYS went to the Christmas concert at the school. That’s where the Sandy Hook Elementary School 4th graders performed.
When Norman Rockwell painted Saturday Evening Post covers, there may have been a few photos taken before or after such a concert but today…cell phone videos are made by almost everybody in the audience.
The audience…
