Okay, I admit it: I am very excited about Queensborough‘s new streetlights.
People, I know what you’re thinking after having read that last sentence. You’re thinking that if such a mundane thing as streetlights gets me excited, I need to get a life. Perhaps that is true. But you know what? It doesn’t stop me from being excited!
We (i.e. we Queensborough people) heard a few months ago, via the local press’s coverage of the doings at the elected council of Tweed (the sprawling municipality of which our hamlet is a part) that new streetlights were coming. The new bulbs were to be more energy-efficient and would thus save the municipality money. But what I was enthusiastic about was that these environmentally friendly lights would give off a white glow, as opposed to the unpleasant orange light that came from the old ones, which probably dated back to the early 1980s. I didn’t like my pretty little hamlet being cast, come nightfall, in a weird orange 1980s-type glow.
When Raymond and I returned home, a week ago tonight, from our vacation down in Maine, pretty much the first thing I noticed was the new white-glowing streetlights. And I was impressed. They may not be perfect; regular reader The Great Gazoo has pointed out in a comment on my first Queensborough-streetlight-related post (which has a great and classic Blue Rodeo song attached, so it’s worth checking out) that they maybe spill too much light onto properties adjacent to them. But they are a whole lot prettier and better than the old orange ones.
They cast nighttime Queensborough in a good light – so to speak. And that makes me happy.