It’s that time of year again, political signs pop up like mushrooms after a rain. Some candidates think they need a half-dozen in one spot; some think they need everyone supporting them to have a sign. We live on a short dead-end street with a couple of dozen homes, and recently three signs disappeared — three Vote Yes on 3 signs while the one Vote No on 3 remains. Who did this?

We do not all agree on the issues or the candidates or what to have for breakfast, but we can at least respect those differences, laugh at the politicians who spend all their time hating and running others down, counter their lies with facts and engage in conversations about the pros and cons of an issue.

We are a quiet neighborhood of people who care about each other, gather for coffee and share books, movies, poetry, garden produce and laughter. We walk our dogs and take photos of sunsets and riverine life.

We keep up with the news and write letters to the editor. We are sad that our street has been vandalized, our opinions disrespected, our signs stolen. Small people do not care about other possibilities they only care about their way, intimidating others and silencing opposition.

Susan Varney, Laura Michaud and the Bunker Avenue neighbors


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