By John H. Palmer

I’ve finally had a chance to catch up on some sleep after the late night assault that a 4.5-hour public hearing can have on a reporter’s circadian rhythms, and I’m both humbled and encouraged by the turnout I saw at Westport Town Hall last Monday night. Yes, that was me you heard tap-tapping away at my keyboard until 1 a.m. in a Norwalk hotel to get the story up by morning.

As most of you know (because basically all of Westport showed up), there were about 400 people packed into the main auditorium to hear the developers of the proposed Hamlet village sell their newest iteration of Saugatuck City.

I’d say at least 50 people (I lost count) stood up at the podium to voice their opinions either way about the development, and I think we can all give the Planning and Zoning Commission a round of applause for keeping the crowd under control and moving the proceedings along expeditiously

Save, of course, for a group of people who hired a lawyer to try to commandeer the first 45 minutes by skirting the 5-minute rule with nine speakers who weren’t individually signed up to speak. That was dirty pool.

And did I detect a tinge of muted welcome for the new Hamlet plans? Most people seemed to at least be open to considering some form of redevelopment in that area of town as long as the density is cut down and they take care of the parking and traffic issues. ROAN Ventures makes no bones about the fact that they want to make money, but they are willing to listen to the concerns of residents. Although, someone needs to explain to me which “offsite” parking lot in Norwalk or Fairfield or wherever they plan to shuttle their employees from. Westporters need more information forthcoming.

Thanks for the welcome

First, a word about humility. While I’m the editor of this site, I have always tried to keep a low profile throughout my 30-year career as a reporter, and I never want to feel like I’m in any way recognized when I show up to cover something. Still, I couldn’t help but feel warmly welcomed to Westport when I walked into the auditorium. It was my first public outing in town as editor, and was almost instantly overwhelmed by people who recognized my face from this column, or had very nice things to say about the coverage that they have seen lately on the Journal’s site.

Considering that a column about my dog’s ears was about the most compelling things I had written about that day, it was nice to be reminded that readers are paying attention to what we do as community journalists. I consider small-town journalism to be a dying art, and anything we can do to apply a defibrillator to the struggling existence of public discourse is our obligation and pleasure.

So, thanks for reading and supporting our efforts.

Public meetings are a town’s lifeblood

One of the things I’ve always loved about covering small towns is getting a sense for the the hubbub and excitement that surrounds public hearings – even the long ones – up to and during the meeting itself. I like to get there early and sit quietly for a little while, taking in the chitchat amongst neighbors and elected officials, and feeling the general tone and mood of what is going on.

I’ve covered these meetings in small towns like Ridgefield and Darien, and it’s always an energizing feeling to know that so many people take time out of their lives and away from their families to sit in an auditorium with lots of body heat, until late at night, to let their opinions be known about things going on in their town.

I’ve made it known a few times that I support complete access to town meetings, and that Westport, and for that matter all municipalities, should ensure that meetings are always accessible not only in-person but also electronically whenever possible so everyone gets a chance to show up and be heard. In today’s fast-moving and increased inaccessibility to government doings, may we never forget how important it is to gather with our fellow townspeople and have these conversations – and yes, arguments. This is what leads to cooperative progress in town.

A word about Mom

Lastly, it’s Mother’s Day next Sunday, and one of my favorite days, because my mom is my hero. I have many wonderful memories growing up in Norwalk, in a house that had a front yard filled with beautiful flowers, shrubs, and trees that came to life around this time of year. She worked very hard to give my sister and I that beauty.

From a young age, she was our watchdog. She was the one pulling the covers off our bed when we didn’t want to go to school, letting us know there was no other option. She made sure we got our homework done, and was the one who always knew where we were (and when we snuck out to see our friends at night).

She was, and is, always my most vigilant copywriter. Even today, she keeps a close eye on me from Florida, reading my stories and letting me know when I’ve spelled something wrong, left out a gerund, or committed the grammatical sin of the dangling participle.

I’m lucky to still have her, and I encourage you all to spend as much time as possible celebrating your mothers on their special day.

John Palmer is editor of the Westport Journal, and has covered community news in Fairfield County and Massachusetts for over 30 years. He can be contacted at jpalmer@westportjournal.com.