It was Scout Finch who said standing on Boo Radley’s front porch was enough. Enough to permit her to do as her father, Atticus, had recommended. To climb into the skin of someone else—in this case, an aged-beyond-his-years recluse—and walk around in it. Those of us who read fiction believe in the power of stories to put us on the front porches of people who are different from us so that we can see the world through their eyes. Thus we are changed for the better.
My dear friend and former colleague in air traffic, flying, and words, Nancy Cullen, wrote a beautiful blog post back in March of this year. Back in the age of innocence. It’s my pleasure and honor to share the Stonebridge with you now.