Goodbye, Hudson!

I'd meant to post this last month, but I've been a bit busy, what with moving and settling into a new place and all.

I recently moved to Ohio. But on my last full day in Hudson, walking to do an errand in town, this scene greeted me, in the walled creek, running between Main St. and South St., that feeds the Assabet:



Of course, I was shocked and angry. Who could be so base as to dump their old TVs into the river? The river! I was carrying my camera, so I snapped this photo. Then I went into the Ace Hardware, whose property borders the offended section of river; I told them about the dumped TVs. They seemed confused that I would mention it to them. I had presumed that, as a town business, they would feel some notion of pride of place or responsiblity toward cleanup. I guess not. But they suggested letting the city know. Town hall is a block away, so I headed over there and reported the illegal dumping, not expecting any immediate response. They took the information pleasantly and I left.

Later in the day, when I passed the spot again, I was surprised and pleased to see a city flatbed truck parked near the spot bearing the two TV sets. The river was clear. Was it a just a slow day in Hudson? or did civic pride or sense of responsibility of place put this task high enough on the priority list to merit same-day attention? That choice faces each of us in our daily lives, in countless instances: do I pick up that litter? do I drive or walk to the store for that small item? do I offer that neighbor or friend a few CFLs for their home?

You have been a good temporary home for me, Hudson. Farewell!

Ben Gorman