Meeker, Opinion

Loose Ends: A place where everyone knows your name

During a recent phone call, the woman was surprised to hear her preschool granddaughter ask, “How is my Meeker?”    
The little girl had only visited a couple of times, yet those visits had made her feel right at home.  Everyone she passed on the street seemed to call her by name and express interest in her.  She wanted to reestablish the summertime connection and let her grandmother know that she was looking forward to…