Today is Friday the 13th — and just our luck, it’s the second in a row (thanks, February, with your stupid 28 days).
Like the rest of the country, we can’t escape bad luck. We’re losing jobs and money. Our retirement, vacation and college plans are uncertain. Our mortgages are due, our property values are plummeting, our taxes are rising, our services will be cut, our anxieties are real.
We still have Compo Beach, beckoning all with its beautiful vistas, magnificent playground and acres of room to roam. The library‘s shelves groan with books, magazines, videos and music to check out or enjoy overlooking the serene Saugatuck River; check out too the daily programs and activities in the meeting rooms.
The Westport Arts Center’s exhibits and galleries are always free. So is the action at this weekend’s Westport Soccer Associati0n annual tournament with over 100 teams indoor and out, at Staples and Bedford.
That’s a tiny sampling of the hundreds of things — cultural, recreational, educational, social, spiritual — to do here any day.
Every Friday the 13th is followed by a Saturday the 14th. The sky brightens; a new day dawns. And Westport gladly greets it.