Bob Wittersheim

to reach it in the front office where guests checked in.

to reach it in the front office where guests checked in.

that she and her cat Sycamore were camping out in the library in front of the fire, looking through old photo albums and books and eating their way through the well-stocked kitchen pantry. They didn't have any guests right now, Chef was away, working at a ski resort for most of the winter. But they had called to check in as I had. The snowplow was expected today to clear their long drive.

that she and her cat Sycamore were camping out in the library in front of the fire, looking through old photo albums and books and eating their way through the well-stocked kitchen pantry. They didn't have any guests right now, Chef was away, working at a ski resort for most of the winter. But they had called to check in as I had. The snowplow was expected today to clear their long drive.

that she and her cat Sycamore were camping out in the library in front of the fire, looking through old photo albums and books and eating their way through the well-stocked kitchen pantry. They didn't have any guests right now, Chef was away, working at a ski resort for most of the winter. But they had called to check in as I had. The snowplow was expected today to clear their long drive.

Next, I called a friend who lived in an apartment in downtown. He worked at the bakery, and I realized I had no idea if anything was even open on Main Street. He told me that as far as he could see from his window, nearly everything was closed. He'd gone out just once. at the urging of the baker herself to help himself to any of the cookies or loaves of bread still on their shelves.

Next, I called a friend who lived in an apartment in downtown. He worked at the bakery, and I realized I had no idea if anything was even open on Main Street. He told me that as far as he could see from his window, nearly everything was closed. He'd gone out just once. at the urging of the baker herself to help himself to any of the cookies or loaves of bread still on their shelves.

Next, I called a friend who lived in an apartment in downtown. He worked at the bakery, and I realized I had no idea if anything was even open on Main Street. He told me that as far as he could see from his window, nearly everything was closed. He'd gone out just once. at the urging of the baker herself to help himself to any of the cookies or loaves of bread still on their shelves.

while wrapped up in blankets in his favorite chair. He thought today would be the last day of his snowcation, that the roads and sidewalks would be clear tomorrow. that the rest had been lovely, but he was excited to make bagels in the morning. Finally, I called a friend who lived in an old farmhouse in the countryside out of town.

while wrapped up in blankets in his favorite chair. He thought today would be the last day of his snowcation, that the roads and sidewalks would be clear tomorrow. that the rest had been lovely, but he was excited to make bagels in the morning. Finally, I called a friend who lived in an old farmhouse in the countryside out of town.

while wrapped up in blankets in his favorite chair. He thought today would be the last day of his snowcation, that the roads and sidewalks would be clear tomorrow. that the rest had been lovely, but he was excited to make bagels in the morning. Finally, I called a friend who lived in an old farmhouse in the countryside out of town.

I'd met her when I'd stopped to pick some lilacs from the bushes that ran along the front of her property, where she'd posted signs encouraging folks to take as many blooms as they liked. She'd been fixing up her house for the last few years. And I wondered if, like my own old house, it could be drafty in the winter. She told me it was actually quite snug.

I'd met her when I'd stopped to pick some lilacs from the bushes that ran along the front of her property, where she'd posted signs encouraging folks to take as many blooms as they liked. She'd been fixing up her house for the last few years. And I wondered if, like my own old house, it could be drafty in the winter. She told me it was actually quite snug.

I'd met her when I'd stopped to pick some lilacs from the bushes that ran along the front of her property, where she'd posted signs encouraging folks to take as many blooms as they liked. She'd been fixing up her house for the last few years. And I wondered if, like my own old house, it could be drafty in the winter. She told me it was actually quite snug.

She said she'd been out to feed the birds, and that the forest was full of their calls and songs. When we hung up, I began to bundle into my boots and coat to go next door. I thought of how sweet it was to be connected here on my street through banana bread and snowblowers.

She said she'd been out to feed the birds, and that the forest was full of their calls and songs. When we hung up, I began to bundle into my boots and coat to go next door. I thought of how sweet it was to be connected here on my street through banana bread and snowblowers.

She said she'd been out to feed the birds, and that the forest was full of their calls and songs. When we hung up, I began to bundle into my boots and coat to go next door. I thought of how sweet it was to be connected here on my street through banana bread and snowblowers.

but also to those further away through a thought or a word, that all of it wove together and warmed me like a quilt on this icy winter day. Sweet dreams.

but also to those further away through a thought or a word, that all of it wove together and warmed me like a quilt on this icy winter day. Sweet dreams.

but also to those further away through a thought or a word, that all of it wove together and warmed me like a quilt on this icy winter day. Sweet dreams.