Last Tuesday’s ballot for the local election in Conway, NH, seemed extraordinarily long to me. The many budget and development questions (“warrants”) would probably have been decided at town meetings in earlier days. Maybe they still are in smaller NH towns, as they were in Tamworth when I was growing up. Anyway, today I noticed that the research I did for the election and the half hour or more it took me to fill out my ballot have had a positive affect on me. Driving around town with my elderly mother today, I realized that I knew some things about the direction of the town’s development and that I actually cared. It seems I’m growing more connected to this place in these times.

This shifting personal orientation is no small thing because I’ve felt relatively isolated here since coming up from DC for eldercare in late 2021. Hanging out in indoor spaces where I might meet people is limited by my awareness of the health risks that such activities entail for my mother. This circumstance also limits word-of-mouth news about local goings on. It doesn’t help that the days of bulletin boards and multiple local and regional newspapers are long gone. I’m told there’s local information on Facebook, but I wasn’t that desperate.

Last week, I finally subscribed to the online version of the only remaining local paper in order to prepare for the election. I took the plunge after talking with a few people at the protest on April 5th, my first in this town. I think this bit of personal agency and local involvement is doing me good, especially in these times. The paper prints letters, so maybe it’s high time I wrote one of those up here too. The last time I did that was for the International Herald Tribune in the early 1990s while living in Germany.