Growing up in Lowell in the 1960s and 70s, all of my contemporaries had as a goal to move out of Lowell as quickly as possible. Most did. I felt a similar urge but after four years away at college and another four in the US Army, I realized that Lowell had a lot to offer and I was happy to move back. Unfortunately, most of my contemporaries have stayed away. That’s why whenever someone from someplace else moves into Lowell with the intent of settling down here, I am thrilled. Keeping a mid-sized city in Twenty-First Century America moving in a positive direction is a tough task. New comers to the community are much needed reinforcements in this battle. To resent them, their ideas and their suggestions is counterproductive. In any setting, there’s always a clash of new ideas and experience. To succeed, both are needed. My one complaint with folks who weren’t born in Lowell is this recently derived label of “townies” for those who were born here. Townies? Please. I always thought that’s what you called someone from Charlestown and, having just seen “The Town”, I’d prefer we kept a separate identity. Besides, Lowell was only a town for ten years, from 1826 to 1836 when it was incorporated as a city (which happens to be 175 years ago this year).