Tales of the Outlandish

Sometimes, Friendships Are the Root of Creativity

I don’t know exactly when I met Shana, but I suspect it was Kindergarten. I went to kindergarten in, believe it or not, a one-room schoolhouse on Chestnut Street, right next to the Samuel W. Smith Memorial Library, which was once a brick Victorian home that had been repurposed to house our town’s modest book collection.

The library occupied a corner lot …