Snow is falling in Wolfville. Isn’t it fascinating what media can make us believe? Just a little sleight of hand and presto chango we can be convinced that August in Wolfville is November in New Hampshire Rhode Island. In our heads we know it is all fake but we’ll enter into the fantasy emotionally won’t we, when we see the end product?
How is this different from Town politics? There are the glossy newsletters, the branding, the surveys, the park designs, the new facades, the earnest committees, the small minded villains (to add drama) and in the end most residents enter into the fantasy that Wolfville is a certain kind of town, the town they imagine. A prosperous town with beautiful flower beds and historic houses, full of progressive, ethical, fair trading, bicycle riding environmentalists, with thoughtful and competent managers at the municipal helm .
Don’t get us wrong. We aren’t criticising the movies. They are fun. Great entertainment. We enjoy them as much as the next man. We just don’t believe the snow job.