First, I hope all the great Dads out there had a nice day and that they were remembered.

This week I had the honor of being selected as a volunteer election official to assist with conducting the audit on the Windham, Nov. 3 general election.

Many years ago a great attorney named Lonny Dolin from upstate New York. She helped John and I with a few things when we were a very young couple.

Sunday was so beautiful. I got Alexa to play my favorite song in the world, “Lovely Day.” If you get a chance to listen to it, maybe it will make you smile, too.

After last week’s story of poo and puppies, I thought it was definitely time for us to move on to more pressing issues like new businesses and great people in our area.

After seven years of hoping and dreaming that someday we would bring back a rabies clinic to our area, this past Saturday it happened. As with all good things, it really did take a village. Also, when the timing is right, and things are meant to be, they do seem to fall into place.

Here it is Saturday morning, and I was struggling a little with what we should talk about this week, just as I thought this week might not be meant for “On The Road With Sherry.” As often happens, suddenly that changes, and a phrase or thought comes to mind.

On Saturday, John and I had the best luck running into Esther Hughes, who just happened to be working behind the counter at our local Staples store. 

Last week we talked about some of the new places we discovered in and around our towns and we also talked about the upcoming town elections, too.

Finally, things are starting to look up in so many ways.

Well, here it is 8:10 Saturday morning. John is asleep in a reclining chair in our family room, I’m wide awake typing to you, and our newest family member is exhausted and sleeping under my desk. Oh, what a night it was — you just can’t make this stuff up.

I had planned to title our story this week, “Chasing My Tail” in honor of all the things I have to get caught up telling you about and about Gigi, too.

Well here it is, 3:33 a.m. on Monday, and I still have not started our story yet for this week. Why you might ask? We both know our time together starts first thing Sunday morning.

I can ask anyone for anything when it means that I can help someone that does not have a voice or if it’s for the right thing. I never do it in a pushy, nasty way. I do ask with appreciation and gratitude in my voice, always giving the person I’m asking the comfort of no pressure.

So often our days come down to who we cross paths with or who answers the phone.

Last week was one odd week.

Just yesterday in the office this phrase came to mind: Fighting the good fight. Of course, I had to look up the definition and simply put it means, “Working tirelessly to try and make good choices and help others. This person wants to improve the world around them.”

Well here it is the year 2021! Finally, we can put 2020 behind us and look to the hopes, dreams, and most of all everyone’s safety in the year ahead.

Here it is Dec. 26,  the day after an unprecedented Christmas 2020, and there’s that word again.

It is so hard to believe that in just a few days it will be Christmas Eve. We are still in the middle of Hanukkah, too. We are blessed to be in the midst of joyful celebrations. Many religions and people coming together to celebrate the good in each other.

If it's one thing this worldwide pandemic has nudged us to do, it's to "think outside the box."

It seems almost every week we have been reminding each other to check on others around our towns. We have been trying to think of ways we can help yet still keep ourselves and our families safe too.

We don't know what someone else's job entails, until we walk in their shoes.

Last Friday, I wrote on a whiteboard 25 days until our 2020 general election!

I have been wanting to talk about angels together for a few weeks now and then it seems another beautiful story is presented, almost as though it is a sign from above or maybe a loved one.

Here it is our Sunday morning together and we are back home. In most cases, no matter where you travel, near or far, there is no place like home.

John keeps repeating, "I'm sorry Honey. It only happens to you. Hey, we should call these 'Sherry-isms." He's laughing and I still can't believe it.

This week I really wanted to revisit together the way we ended last week's story. I am so grateful to each of you that reached out and said that my little story touched your heart.

In the last few weeks, a few people have stopped by or just mentioned to me that our stories together are "homey."

It seems suddenly "spot on" has made a comeback.

As I’m writing our story this week, I wish I could say I thought of it myself, but first thing this Sunday morning, John announced that June 14 is Flag Day in our great country.