I am a southern transplant, it is true. Born in south Georgia I spent my first nine formative years in the deep south. My second nine years were spent in the not so deep south Virginia. These two locals are miles apart but not that much different.
Then I moved out of the family home and security. I meandered my way, through no fault of my own, north, settling in Maine. Where I found medicine, integrity and myself. Turns out, Georgia, Virginia and Maine have an awful lot in common. That is their people. When you need them, like it or
not, they are there. These are Americans and they are found north, south, east, west.
Maine Family Robinson brings me home.
Gayle and I talked it over. Lloyd wasn't home, so we couldn't ask him if he wanted help. And we'd figure he'd say no thanks, even if we could ask him. People are self-reliant here, and often prefer to be left to their own devices. We finally figured no one ultimately minds a kind gesture, and Gayle blasted the snow and my son and I shoveled around the edges. It was the Maine version of a prank, I guess. Instead of vandalizing his house when he wasn't home, we shoveled his driveway.
Would that we were all so neighborly.
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