Editor’s Letter
DEAR FRIENDS During my formative years, summer seemed to prompt a scattering, with friends traveling to distant shores for vacations, sleep-away camps, and other far-flung adventures, while autumn represented a gathering in, as families settled once again into their own neighborhoods for children to return to school. I remember vividly my eagerness to reunite with teachers and classmates after a long three months apart. Decades later, something as simple as hearing the rumble of a school bus evokes a sweet nostalgia for the keen sense of homecoming that came with the turning of the calendar to September. “For there we loved, and where we love is home,” Oliver Wendell Holmes wrote. “Home that our feet may leave, but not our hearts.” In the town where Writer-in-Residence Jan Karon grew up, we anticipate…