Whitewater, a small town, sees occasional turnover from among her public officials, as would any town. Over these years, I’ve seen any number of officials arrive (meaning that any number of others have departed).
This is a beautiful town; I’d welcome all the world here.
No doubt, when someone arrives, he or she receives all sorts of advice, from all sorts of people.
I’ve neither declarations nor exclamations to offer.
Instead, I’ve a question, for each newcomer to ask of himself or herself:
If Whitewater were perfect – that is, complete and lacking nothing – would anyone have needed you?
How one interprets, and answers, this question provides counsel all its own.