The View

This is a town I’ve loved all my life, though it’s made it hard at times. Back when I worked for the cable company, I was probably inside at least half the houses and apartments. Some became as familiar as the homes of friends and family, though their residents remained strangers to me (and I to them). Several of the wearier structures are gone now, rundown till demolition was their only future — or in the case of that vacant lot to the right, burned to the ground. That missing building was the former home of Digby Courier, closed a decade ago after being in print since 1874. Gone the way of all other smalltown newspapers. Like many buildings past their prime, it was split up into apartments. Fire losses have lots of reasons behind them. Pure accident, careless landlords, faulty electrics, lack of adequate fire suppression. The worst-off get picked off slowly by two or more of those causes. Their absence seems likely to remain. Guess it opens up the view. This old fishing village still has plenty of life, but a lot less money than it once did. I suppose that describes a lot of us. I’ve never let that stop me from loving Digby with all my heart.

January 14, 2026
Digby, Nova Scotia

Year 19, Day 6639 of my daily journal.