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Early this season, my daughter’s basketball team got tangled in a real ugly game.
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Early this season, my daughter’s basketball team got tangled in a real ugly game.
I have a friend who is a bona fide holy roller – the kind of guy who will text you passages from the Bible, proudly keep the commandments, and never, ever miss church.
Towards the edge of our yard is a stream surrounded by brush and trees that cuts us off from a tiny strip of our property and access to a farm road.
Eighteen years ago, as a newcomer to the town and Suffield on the Green, I was walking that slow stroll through the makeshift lanes, taking in the sights and sounds of the annual September festival.
When my wife asked me if I’d signed up my daughter for the Red Door Theatre, my adrenaline surged. I completely forgot.
The Suffield Board of Education meeting was to be straightforward. The high school valedictorian and salutatorian were to be announced.
Almost 20 years ago, we bought our house from a family who had lived in Suffield for about 50 years and raised five kids.
About eight years ago, my father was in and out of hospitals and rehabs.