Last week, I was lucky to see the sun peek through the clouds just before it disappeared behind Monument Mountain. Driving south on Route 7, the orchard of Windy Hill Farm appeared to glow that deep orange of winter sunsets. With dark clouds to the east, it was one of those scenes that reminded me of how lucky I feel to live in Great Barrington.
Then I passed the high school. The same effect that made the apple trees glow, made the rust on the roof of this once proud building scream for immediate attention.
Our kids need a new high school—NOW!…