Waterville 

My grandmother, Dorris, stood about five-foot nothing and weighed 98 pounds in her navy blue Northern Isles sweater. She was a Colby College graduate, class of 1932, locally known as "the old campus," and what she called, "on the other side of the tracks." She had seen a lot. After a brief stint teaching Latin and French, she took to working for the State of Maine as a Social Worker for Child Protective Services. In my teens, I would get off the bus near her house, and we

A phase in one of the Avett Brothers' songs says: "Dumbed down and numbed by time and age." I'm feeling that this week, looking back three years at what I wrote for you. I like this piece, but for it to mean much, you should first read the texts for this Sunday here. At the time, I called this, "I Don't Think That Word Means What You Think It Means," but now I'm heading more in the direction of "Snakes on a Pole." Drive safe in the storm, all. See you Sunday! Snakes on a