First birthdays are awkward ones. You’re old enough to hobble to the table and eat the cake. You might have the strength to blow out your one candle. Your parents’ friends are there to cheer you on because, heck, who knows who their own friends are when they’re just one.
Then your parents take that one candle and stuff it away into a drawer, where, all melty waxy and dirty, they take it out once in a while to show off to their friends and to your friends, to let them know that, yes, one time, you turned one.
I didn’t really know what to expect. Would people just look at it once and then move on? Would they come back, week after week, to catch up on our microcosm of life on the East End?
All of that was out of my hands. My job was to keep my head down, learn all the issues backward and forward (it’s been a while since I covered some of the things going on over there on the South Fork), and try to create something true each day when I awoke.
This year has gone more quickly than I could have ever dreamed.
One year on, a lot of you have stayed, and shared this site with your friends, and helped enrich the conversation here about the issues facing this place we call home. It’s more than I’d ever expected would happen, and I’m so very grateful to all of you for staying in touch.
The Beacon is in it for the long haul, thanks to all of your support. I couldn’t have done it with out each and every one of you. Thank you.