I love talking to strangers.
It’s the best part of this job, so I was gungho about knocking on a hundred doors at Lamplighter Acres Wednesday.
I became a town crier, spreading the news person by person. I was a political Jehovah’s Witness.
At each house: Tell me, have you heard of the Route 9 sewer vote? Would you let me share the news?
At some houses, I answered questions for 10 minutes. One woman even had me explaining EDUs, a term only used in sewer plans. (A mobile home isn’t a full EDU, so she won’t pay the same cost as the owner of a single-family house, and the owner of a big vacant commercial lot will pay more than her even though the lot is vacant).
I was completely neutral as I explained their maximum cost, their minimum cost, and the reasons why some people want sewers and others don’t. It’s sort of what I imagine journalists did before newspapers.
Only two people turned me away. That’s pretty good, out of 91 properties. Many others weren’t home, of course, and I found out the assessment roll isn’t as accurate as you might think. I found three people who were benefiting from the tax exemptions of the previous owner, who had long since sold the home.
I also got a quick refresher lesson in winter walking. It’s easy to forget how much of a pain it is to walk in winter until you actually do it. I only fell once, but I spent most of the day promising myself that I would do a better job of clearing ice from my own sidewalk when I got home.