Longtime and very alert “06880” reader David Meth is feeling a bit Grinchy this holiday season. He writes:
Westport of the past had Christmas Spirit. Main Street was lit in colorful lights.
Now what remains are cold, impersonal tiny white beads strung across the street from the rooftops of the stores. They slice the street off from the spirit of Christmas, and greet the New Year with darkness and shadow.
This lifeless garrote that threatens to surgically eviscerate Main Street from heaven above is not even turned on to illuminate the plastic banner wishing whoever dares to look up a Happy Holiday.
The town’s attitude is whispered in bold letters: We Don’t Care! Just Come Spend!
The horrible, isolating white thread of lights decorating the (impossible-to-call “Christmas”) tree in front of Town Hall is not only an embarrassment. It is an offense.
If it were not for the small, colorfully lit tree in front of the offices of Millman and Aarons, there would be no color at all.
So who cares least: Town Hall or the Downtown Merchants Association? How much more do red, green and blue lights cost in electricity to add life to the graveyard called Main Street?