Good morning.

St. Patrick’s Day in Whitewater will be partly cloudy with a high of 23. Sunrise is 7:03 and sunset is 7:02 for 12 hours 0 minutes of daytime. The moon is a waning crescent with 2.7 percent of its visible disk illuminated.
The Whitewater Common Council meets at 6 PM.
On this day in 1776, the British Army evacuates Boston, ending the Siege of Boston, after George Washington and Henry Knox place artillery in positions overlooking the city.
If it’s true (and it is) that most people in Whitewater are sharp and capable (as are people in all places), then why do policies go bad? (After all, the special interest men in town have mucked the city up for years. See A Candid Admission from the [OLD] Whitewater CDA and Meeper Technology Loan Investigation, Memo and Documents.)
There are surely many reasons, but I’ll illustrate one reason that seems an obvious explanation for longtime residents’ mistakes (regardless of where they sit ideologically). A closed group, whether in government or a small private faction, often finds itself with a problem of perspective.
It’s almost spring, so consider the beauty of this renowned Italian Renaissance painting about spring:

Bright, intriguing, and lively, isn’t it?
Well, no. It’s hard to believe that anyone would remember the portion that I’ve embedded above as a masterpiece of any era. It might not even be a painting — it might as well be someone’s ugly placemat.
And yet, and yet, what if the viewer were to step back, and in doing so realize that what appears above is only a small part of a masterpiece?

Now that’s a world-historical work. Stand too close, however, and one sees too little.
There lies a problem: some residents often see too little by standing too close to the objects of their desire. They hear too little by talking only to each other. They read too little by looking only at each other’s messages.
Some may spend months on a goal (or for the special interest men months on a scheme), but their interlocutors are too narrowly selected, confirming only their own biases. There’s no effort to test or challenge the views of the small circle they’ve assembled. On the contrary, in an environment of toxic positivity, the only recognized toxin is a candid critique.
I’ll acknowledge that there are insights to be gained by proximity. How unfortunate that some fail to see that excessive proximity brings a countervailing, often fatal, loss of perspective.




