Sita whisked me away quickly to the piece of land she has had her eye on for some time. It is 70 acres that used to be a summer camp – remnants of it still visible here and there; cabins slowly rotting back into earth, some pipes, street lamps, an asphalt parking place, cement basement walls caving in foot by foot. And all the rest is back to the wilds, overgrown trees and bushes, brush everywhere.
Sita wants to buy it and turn it into a kind of retreat center, with cabins for her parents and her sister. It’s a wonderful vison I have already fully bought into but the owner of the land doesn’t want to sell – holding out for ever rising real estate prices in this part of Massachusetts. Although I can see what Sita sees, I also see a money pit and a project that will outlast us by decades, maybe even outlast Sita.
Sita gathers the most amazing people around her, far and wide, like burs on a fall walk jumping on one’s furry coat. They traipsed along through the woods (the friends, not the burs), sharing her vision, even picking out the place where her parents will be living.
The friends are creators, inventors, optimists, go-getters, driven by a strong passion to make the world a better place for everyone, especially those having few chances now. Social maps, Future Scouts…all very exciting. If anyone from my generation is worried about the millennials they are completely wrong.
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