Writing Again

I have not blogged for several years. DaveWrites started in 2006 and for many years explored topics from active transportation to book reviews and economic development. WestwoodBlog was a hyperlocal news site and my way of engaging with my town to provide a community service before I was elected to the Planning Board. For the past few years, I’ve had a page on Facebook where I shared town information in a similar fashion to that blog. I will continue to encourage our town to do this kind of outreach–and then I will link to those resources with my Twitter account, but I need a forum to express the many other ideas and perspectives I have and to stimulate a discussion of progressive issues I care about and practical solutions I believe can make a difference.

I hope some of my previous readers will re-discover this blog. I hope to bring a little more quality to the discussion of current issues that has become incredibly polarizing and superficial in our media-ocracy political world.


This past week, as I was away on vacation, I sat down and re-read Walden. When I got back, I hopped on my bike and made the 23-mile trek up to Concord to actually walk in the woods out to the location of Thoreau’s cabin.

What struck me most about the Walden woods is how they are not unique. There is no magic to the place itself; in fact, the trails are a bit off-putting as they have been staked out with fencing to keep people off the hills and rather than this distant sound of trains Thoreau heard…today we have the constant hum of automobile traffic and general business of life. I realized there is magic that can be found in so many of the unspoiled woods and kettle ponds of New England. There was magic in the woods around my childhood home in Virginia as well. The magic is not in the woods; it is inside us when we appreciate the nature around us.

Instead of noblemen, let us have noble villages of men. If it is necessary, omit one bridge over the river, go round a little there, and throw one arch at least over the darker gulf of ignorance which surrounds us. — Henry David Thoreau