Poor little Massena. Crime is up, the mall is about to close. Jobs are being lost. Even Tony's Pizza closed!
Now comes word that Massena landed at spot (30 out of 50 towns and cities) on a real estate blog citing the Most Dangerous Places in New York State (Buffalo, Rochester and Syracuse are, of course, also on there), but MASSENA? Who would have ever thought? Unfortunately, it is getting worse there. Mayor Tim (Timmy ~ that's apparently his legal name...) Currier, who is a couple of years younger than me and married to a girl who lived across from us on Roosevelt Street, put out a rebuttal of the categorization, but he can't hide the fact that there are tons of drugs and petty (and major) crimes happening there. So sad.
I've said it before: Massena is not the same place I grew up in, but, truthfully, it is much like other towns who have lost industry and jobs over the years. It is a tale all too common these days. I feel bad for all the good folks who are trying to keep Massena safe and a nice place to raise families...so hard for all of them. It was such a great place to grow up.
I have a confession to make: I did not go to church this morning and chose instead to finish a book I've been reading, eat a delicious grilled sticky bun, and enjoy my Hazelnut/Blueberry/French Toast coffee, all wrapped up in a fluffy blanket with a Yankee Candle burning nearby. I might not have gotten my butt out of the house to go to church, but it did make for a heavenly Sunday...
Anyway, there has not been much going on to write about. We continue to juggle getting too and from work with just one car, the weather has been heinous (cold, snowy), and I'm counting the days until spring...you know, just the usual winter blather.
There are signs of spring here and there. Nic went yesterday for her first wedding dress fitting. I think she's getting a little nervous now...it's becoming real! I've make my travel plans to go to New Orleans for the NAGAP conference the first week in April, Cam is probably going to North Carolina for spring training toward the end of March, and there are definitely fun little things filling the months until porch season again.
In the meantime, we are still hunkered down against the snow and cold. Winter in New York, endurance at its best.