Saturday, June 27, 2026

Raising Our Voices Instead of Elevating Our Arguments

Driving through Taftville the other day, heading to the post office, passed a house with three or four lawn signs all reading "Norwich City Council Sucks." Brevity being the soul of communication, I understood almost instantly what the signs meant. The owner still had a 'Get Fired Up-Support Your Volunteers' lawn sign as well, and to my eyes, didn't have a lot of lawn left (which is a clever way to avoid mowing, I guess).

There's been a months-long argy-bargy involving our City Manager and the Chief of the paid fire department, and three of the four volunteer fire departments, about what, I'm not quite sure. It started out as a shouting match of sorts, 'I'm the Boss!' 'You're not the boss of me!' 'Oh yeah? Yeah!' and is now 'We'll see you in court.'    

There is no happy ending to any of this, and that is more than a little sad, as we're doing great things as a small city in Southeastern Connecticut, and I think the only direction we're heading is up. 

We're conveniently forgetting, as is so often the case, not everyone gets everything--it's true in government as it is in any other relationship, so perhaps we might spend a moment and define what our relationship with our city government is, and/or should be.

We form governments, local, state, and national, to do for us collectively what we, as individuals, are unable or unwilling to do for ourselves alone. Some of the tasks are easy--provide for the national defense. Some are harder to define and execute, providing a quality education for our children to enable them to be productive members of our society as they become adults.

The challenge is in the details. Compound all of that by putting a price on each action, and every step of each action, until the municipal budget exceeds one hundred and sixty-seven million dollars. That's a lot of money and a lot of responsibility. 

I voted for neighbors, known and unknown to me, who volunteered to do their best as they saw it on my behalf, no matter how I felt, personally, on any given issue before them. And I believe with possibly two exceptions, all of them are trying to do just that. The open question, regardless of the issue, is: do you do something right, or do something right now?

Politics is often called 'the art of the possible', but we, the people (at all levels of government), can make that art impossible by elevating our expectations and the volume of our voices when speaking about our expectations.

Not helping matters is our representational form of government, where, from the speaker's podium at a city council meeting to and through the curtain at the voting booth, we can drown out one another if we work at it.  

No one wants to have fewer policemen, or more children in a school classroom or a library that can't be open to serve the general public in need of its services, or gaps in our fire protection and public safety.

A lot of us remain very unhappy at the state of affairs in The Rose City and the rate and pace of change and improvement still needed. But we have to work together. To discover and then celebrate the commonality of our shared vision of what we want Norwich to be, and decide how important our differences are in pursuit of a common goal. To stop saying 'this is the way,' and start saying 'let's find a way.' 

Hurling invective at people with whom we disagree will benefit no one. We can disagree without being disagreeable. Sadly, I fear that won't fit on a lawn sign.
-bill kenny

Friday, June 26, 2026

Got Your Weekend Covered

So many people complain that there's nothing to do in Norwich, Connecticut. I no longer waste my breath or time arguing with them, but simply smile smugly because I know they're wrong, and that means all the cool stuff you can do around here will have smaller crowds.  

Except for this weekend. You really need to make a plan to come and join us.

The Rose Arts Festival is a perfect reflection of all the good things and great folks optimists like me see when they look at Norwich. You should really try it as well. See you there?
-bill kenny

Thursday, June 25, 2026

The Difference Between Justice and Just Us

Life in Twenty-first Century Amerika can get confusing. 


Subject to your questions, this concludes my briefing.

-bill kenny 

Wednesday, June 24, 2026

We've Worn Out that Song We Used to Sing

I'm not doing political agit-prop (at least not today). Looking at my country right now, and the shape it's in,  I don't care which party is to bless, or who is to blame. A pox on both their houses (of Representatives and the Senate) if that helps move us forward, and to hell with all of them if it doesn't. I'm starting to wonder as we near the 4th of July if one revolution really was enough.

Remember how our folks told us 'to get a good job, get a good education,' so we did. And that's what we told our kids and watched as they borrowed boxcars of money for college degrees that have qualified them to do what, exactly? 

Fill out crossword puzzles in Esperanto while waiting for a callback on that dental technician job that 145 other folks applied for, or be a gig worker for Uber? Time to downsize those big dreams, sweet-cheeks. Money doesn't talk; it swears, and empty pockets say nothing.

In the last two weeks, our newspapers were saturated with photos of young people just starting out, leaving high schools and colleges to take on the big, bad world. It's a little slow right now; we're telling one another, what with summer and all, things will pick up by the fall. 

Unless they don't, and then what? Don't even start on the why, because all that will do is make you sad and your children mad. Maybe it's always been this way, or maybe I just never noticed how much closer to hopeless we've been sailing for well over a  decade now. 

We're going faster and getting nowhere-burning through our lives and resources so quickly the debt each of us owes is crushing us before we were even born. And still, we get up and go running up the mountain to see what we can see and stay plugged into a game that's long since played out.
-bill kenny  

Tuesday, June 23, 2026

Leave the Driving to Someone Else

According to some, 'this is the age of miracles and wonders.' And maybe it is, but one of the more amazing things to me, child of the library card since the late 1950's, is how the synergy between convergence and connectivity brings the world to a screen near me 24/7 and 365.

I don't even need to know what I'm looking for, and a search bot will find me something, anything (animal, vegetable, mineral) bring it back to the screen and after I've cast it aside, review other sites it has retrieved for me, and via one or another algorithm,  start to guess what I might like/want or need and finds that. Eventually, an Ethernet happy ending of sorts.

We live in a state well-known for its perceived wealth, Connecticut, one of the Original Thirteen Colonies with astounding affluence along what we call The Gold Coast (though not all that glitters is gold; in some instances it's bling) and crushing poverty and squalor in places such as our capital, Hartford.

Our infrastructure, from interstates to fiber optic networks, is aging (and near failure) as it is across the Northeast, with little investment in any of it since the Korean War. And if you think our bridges are old, you should see our population. 

Actually, you're reading one of them now. I've lived here with my family since the fall of '91 when I was in my late thirties. I was 74 in April and get the senior discount at the local coffee shop. No one was more surprised than I to wake up this morning to find that I'm old. Except, it's been happening for years and not just to me.

But that's why I was mentioning search engines and items of interest at the top. Humor a geezer, willya? It takes us all night to do what we used to do all night, and if I need an extra paragraph or participle to get to my point, what's your rush? I will, in all certainty, probably end up dying in a place I had never heard of until I lived here. There are worse things of course, so don't wish too hard.

It's nice enough-some improvements would be appreciated. A few more pony rides for birthdays wouldn't kill anyone, and while there's always room for Jell-O, there's not a whole heckuva lot of pie from what I've seen. 

Tell you what else we don't have a lot of-and not just us, but almost everyone east of the Connecticut River: mass transportation. If you don't have a car (or a truck) you are so screwed in terms of shopping, working, socializing, living in general.

Never regarded mass transit as mythical or mystical, to say nothing of magical. But we're going to have to start to change how we manage it and how willing we are to use it and make it pay for itself, especially before the kids put us in the home; otherwise, how else are we ever gonna see the grands?
-bill kenny

Monday, June 22, 2026

I've Been Mick Jaggered and Silver Daggered

It's graduation season all across the nation and I'm always impressed reading in the newspapers about guest orators and those receiving honorary degrees and who offer, in retun, some words of wisdom for graduates contining their journeys into the Brave New World.  

Again this year, despite all the high schools and colleges in our immediate area, no one reaached out to me with an invitation to speak. No hard feelings, there's always next year (fingers crossed), but in case there isn't, here's what I would have offered.

Always have pens with black ink-blue ink sucks and if you have to make a copy of something you've signed in blue ink, it looks goofy and is barely visible. 

If you have to smell food in your refrigerator to see it's still edible, it's not and throw it away. 

Get the gas money up front, NOT at the end of the trip or you won't get it at all. And no, claiming 'I got the snacks in Butte, remember?' isn't the same as kicking in for a fair share of the gasoline purchases. And if that screws up your friendship, you didn't have one.

Be what you want to be-I've spent most of my life being what others have told me. Look at what it's gotten me and proceed with caution. I'm fine and you will be, too.

But don't let people whose lives have foundered sink you and your dream no matter how stupid your dream is (sarcasm as humor). Oh yeah, no dream is stupid if it's yours and if you find someone who shares it, sees it or gets it, marry them, regardless of your sex or theirs and you'll be ahead of the game and definitely ahead of most of the rest of us here on the ant farm.

Return the gowns to the graduation coordinator immediately after the ceremony to make sure you get your deposit back. 

When you choose to use the word "truth," always use it with the indefinite article, "a" rather than the definite one, "the." 

Something about sunscreen but I'll be damned if I remember what. 

Be an exclamation, not an explanation.
-bill kenny

Sunday, June 21, 2026

Two Ships

Happy Father's Day 2026 to those who observe. 


William P. Kenny, Sr. 1923-1981

Here's some advice I wish I had when my own journey was beginning. Enjoy.
-Bill Kenny 

Raising Our Voices Instead of Elevating Our Arguments

Driving through Taftville the other day, heading to the post office, passed a house with three or four lawn signs all reading "Norwich ...