Some years ago, new residents in town, we ventured into church one Sunday. There were five of us: a set of parents, sufficiently presentable to fit in well in just about any club, and three cute-as-a-button children: fourth-grade Chrissie, second-grade Chuckie, and Rachel, my three-year-old niece who had just come to live with us. Just your normal All-American family goes to church scenario. Read more »

A man stops to ask directions, only to be told, “You can’t get there from here. If you were in Freeport, you could get there, but you can’t get there from here.” Read more »