Local vs. idiot


After placing a call to the Sag Harbor Village Highway Department to ask when leaves could be put out for pick-up, I proceeded to do so with permission. A week later, I receive the following letter:

Dear Mrs. Field:

I bought my property and built a house to enjoy the beautiful surroundings of the country area.

I would like to thank you for trying to make the appearance of the area so presentable. When I have guests over this weekend, I am going to tell them how energetic you are (or stupid).

You put some leaves out off your property about two weeks ago, which makes the roadway horrid.

Then when the town picked up the debris you had out, it was less than 24 hours and you put more out to make the road look like a dump again. I pay a local contractor to remove my debris so I can enjoy the clean atmosphere out here.

I know now the intelligence level of a Local Yocal.

Please do not talk about us people who move out here and walk over the locals. Because, number one, the locals don’t know how lucky they were to live in an area they have out here.


Just a city idiot

Since you lack the courage to put your signature at the end of your letter, my response will be to “Just a city idiot”:

Dear “Just a city idiot”:

First of all, as you may or may not know, the Village of Sag Harbor (not the town, as you referred to it) provides this wonderful service paid for through our village taxes. If you do not wish to avail yourself of this service and instead prefer to “pay a local contractor to remove debris,” that is your prerogative. One’s “intelligence level” is not measured by whether or not one uses a service that is provided; however, if it were an accurate measuring tool, wouldn’t that then make you the “stupid” one?

As for your paranoid statement, “please do not talk about us people,” you paint everyone with the same brush. I happen to have a wonderful family from the city as neighbors.

As for your “lucky to live here” statement, let me clear that up for you. There was nothing “lucky” about it. My parents came here through Ellis Island, in hopes of a better life. Instead, they stepped into the Great Depression. They sacrificed and struggled and did without the most basic necessities in life, such as electricity, running water, heat, food, job, and no automobile. It was through their unending determination of the human spirit to survive that made it possible. Luck had nothing to with it. There was nothing “lucky” about it—just years and years of endless hard work and sacrifice. The dues have been paid.

In this time of war, sagging economy, loss of thousands of jobs, and skyrocketing energy prices, I find it very sad that you find a pile of leaves on the side of the road as something to be concerned about.

Your letter to me suggests that you are an angry person. Might I suggest a little relaxation technique … raking? You might enjoy the “country area” even more.

Speaking of raking, I must get back to mine. Round three, coming up.


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