Arriving in the early am darkness, the three of us drove onto the Island. Twelve weeks ago, we said goodbye to our son. The only contact since that day were handwritten letters, sometimes barely legible, and two phone calls. One telling us he had arrived. Another on Liberty Sunday after…

A few years ago, a dental implant rep named Dwight, from the state of Maine, challenged me.  “If you have never visited Maine, add it to your bucket list.” As he described his native home I mentally did just that.