Let’s not sugarcoat it, Falmouth is broke. Barely keeping its head above water after years of special accounting, wasteful spending, and doing a whole lot of nothing when something was long overdue. But we’re not here to cry over spilled tax dollars.
The cleanup started a few years ago, and hats off to those who rolled up their sleeves. But now it’s time for phase two, beautification. Not just planting a few flowers and calling it a day. I’m talking about turning this town into a place people want to visit, not just drive through on the way to somewhere better.
We already have a taste of what could be: the Wool Festival, the Ewenique Art Walk, the car shows. These aren’t just events, they’re sparks. What if we leaned into that? Monthly street fairs. Pop-up markets. Evening music on the square. MainStrasse in Covington used to be a pit and now it’s a destination. Falmouth could absolutely do the same, but we have to start.
We’re sitting on gold. Musicians, craftsmen, car builders, crafters, reenactors, historians, even a magician, this town is packed with talent. But without vision, they remain hidden gifts in a place that keeps dimming its own light. Let them shine. Give them a reason and a stage.
And hey, how about finally getting serious about a flood wall before we lose what’s left the next time the river sneezes? We could make this place a mecca for fishermen, hikers, and people looking to unplug without driving hours. That riverfront? Still wildly underused. Walking trails, biking paths, scenic overlooks, it’s not rocket science, just effort.
Staying stagnant is a choice and frankly, it’s one made by the hopeless and the unimaginative. If we want different, we need to do different. New leadership doesn’t start at the ballot box—it starts with voices that say “enough” and hands that start building something better now.
Let’s wake this town up. The dream’s still alive, we just have to remember how to dream big again.