Rules of the Game: Owl Editorial
This morning the Owl received a fairly nasty set of comments on a post. It was personal and it mentioned my kids. It was inaccurate on the size of my house, where my kids go to school and what car I drive. The Owl knows that some of my posts make some people think twice, but I do not believe in personal attacks. Take those over to Facebook which seems to be the right place for them. Or pick up the phone, or meet at Weston Beach.
This may come as a surprise but this is a labor of love. I love this town and all its funny moments. I am not getting rich from the donations. When I’m wrong, I apologize. In this case, I did make an apology and was rewarded by a personal and unpleasant approach. Which mentioned the Owlets. My joy has been squashed.
Here are the rules of the game: if my kids get hurt at all by what I write, I’m gone. If you don’t like what I write, I am available by email and happy to meet, possibly with police back-up (just kidding, almost).
I am going to think a bit on this, and then see how to move forward.