On the Job

Sitting outside the former home of Margaret Lynch Scott in New London, Connecticut, I feel odd, but dedicated to the mission. A large middle-aged man passes me on the sidewalk, glancing over at what I’m up to, as the bells of St. Mary Star of the Sea Church chime “Oh Come All Ye Faithful.” It’s

Cold Memories

“Hey, if you need to warm up, you can come in to the office.” That’s what the nice guy at Columbus Square Auto (New London, CT) said to me when he found me drawing on his sidewalk. First he had asked if I was waiting for the bus. Then I told him what I was

John and Mary

John Lynch was an uncertainty. Years after my great- grandfather Michael Lynch died young, the story goes, family visited old John Lynch in Southeastern Connecticut. Maybe in New London? Maybe in Norwich? He might have been blind. There was talk of a sister Mary Lynch, too, who might have lived down there. But no details