Most people drive down Myrtle Avenue on their way to — or from — somewhere else.
Some head to Town Hall, or the Westport Historical Society. Others use it as a shortcut to or from town.
But to the folks who live in the handsome homes there, Myrtle Avenue is not a narrow through street. It’s a neighborhood.
In the hustle and bustle of modern Westport life, though, it seldom felt like one.
Last year, Estelle Margolis — she lives at #72 — invited everyone to her lovingly maintained 1790 home. Neighbors Rondi Charleston and Page Englehart helped plan the get-together.
Over 2 dozen neighbors showed up. Some were old-timers; others had just moved in. They talked about who they were, where they came from, and what brought them to Westport.
They named themselves the MAGs — for Myrtle Avenue Gang — and shared e-mail addresses.
Since then, they’ve had more cocktail parties in various homes. They arrive early, and stay late.
Beyond the food and drink, Estelle says, “We’ve found out how everyone on the street is interesting, caring and kind.”
The most recent MAG party was last Sunday. It’s a busy time of year, but plenty of people came. In the holiday spirit, Estelle asked them to bring kids’ books. They’ll be delivered to a Bridgeport home for abused mothers and children.
“MAGs are now much more than neighbors,” Estelle says. “We are dear friends, very close by, all available for help that any one of us might need.”
“Estelle brought us together in the spirit of love and support, as only she can,” notes Rondi Charleston. “We are so grateful for her.”
“We feel very lucky we landed on Myrtle Avenue,” Estelle says, speaking for so many MAGs.
“We’re in the heart of downtown Westport — and as close to heaven as we can get!”