Greg

Having moved away from Maine when I was 19-ish, and only going back to visit occasionally, I often feel like an outsider looking in at the family gatherings. In my generation, I am the only one who left (not counting the Texas branch who moved away when they were young, but who still lived in Maine in the summers). So when I sit and talk and listen, I'm often just trying to glean information and context. These people are my family. They are strangers. There is then. There is no now.