“I must be in the wrong building.”

I went to Town Hall to drop off a letter to the selectmen today.  As I entered, I expected to see the First Selectman’s door closed.  It’s always been closed every time I’ve been to Town Hall in the six years I’ve lived here.  I’m not exaggerating.  I wasn’t even sure if that door opened at all.

Today, it was opened.

Nonetheless, I knocked on the door framing and stuck my head into the room, then slowly walked in.  There was Cathi in her office, having a conversation with someone (whom I couldn’t see and wasn’t any of my business to see, anyway.)

Cathi put her discussion on pause and came out into the office’s reception area, to greet me with a smile.  I said, “What’s going on here? The First Selectman’s door is opened.  I must be in the wrong building.”  Cathi replied, “All the doors are opened here.  It’s a new administration.”

I handed Cathi my letter, shook her hand, and congratulated her again on her new position.  We exchanged a few pleasantries then Cathi thanked me for dropping by, and I left.

There’s nothing like having the First Selectmen open to talking to people, and open to talking to me — and smiling.  Is this Marlborough?  I’m so glad I got to know here during budget “war” a few years back.

As I left Town Hall, I felt differently than I’ve felt previously.  It was strange.  I felt optimistic.  That’s a strange thing to feel when leaving Marlborough’s Town Hall.  I’m not accustomed to it.

“Finally, the ‘black’ cloud over town is gone,” I thought.  “Oh, that’s good. Black, as a double entendre. I have to write that one up in the blog.”

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