Topix. Specializing in below the national, regional, or state radar, it presents news of the local kind. Topix is the Internet equivalent of the local paper that informs us of PTA meetings, local board issues, and events pending at churches, schools and local parks. Topix also sponsors local forums for folks to speak their mind on any number of topics that may or may not be of any interest outside a ten mile radius.
My family and I have been active residents of Acton for 45 years. 53 years if you go back to when my aunt and uncle moved here. Our family are keep to ourselves types. We don't gossip, but will listen if it is offered. And now that I have Topix, I do not have to wait for the juicy tidbits until that next trip to the dump or that next encounter with someone at the town hall while registering my truck two months late. Every burning issue of the localized kind is there at my fingertips whenever I wish to check them out.
Acton may on the surface seem to be a very cosmopolitan and trendy place. If there's a hot new camo pattern in hunt wear, you can bet our hunters are the first to show it off down to the Trading Post every November. Using descriptive words like chic and hip do not do justice to the intense and often contentious socializing that goes on at the two bars we have within the town limits. I hear some of the locals are not always asking for Bud Light on tap, but will often ask for Miller Lite. Yeah, we have a very sophisticated population here in southern Maine. Must be the influence of all those folks from away who crowd our lakes and our roads every summer.
The Town Dump is our social center. Conversation and interaction with fellow citizens is as important there as tossing garbage in the hopper. Having a pleasant visit there is paramount in the even flow of our local days. When the rhythm of the Dump is interrupted or confused, the residents get pissy in a hurry. The recent firing of two of the dump stalwarts has resulted in folks displaying their displeasure on the Topix forum. My favorite dump guy, Rodgah was let go. As was Irvin Pillsbury. Both were bedrock employees for years. A trip to the dump will never be the same without the smile of Rogah and the scowl of Irvin. My world has been changed and I don't like it. I had a bond with these guys. They never questioned me or poked around my garbage. They knew I was one of the responsible dump users and did my best to follow the rules. Now? Well, who knows. We might end up with some Dump Nazis again like we had back in the 1990s.
My stress index is spiking.