By David Fortier  Come Sunday morning, the weather will have cooled considerably, the rains will have ended—in time for Halloween, leaves will have come down but not all of them,…

By David Fortier Come Sunday morning, the mum blossoms on the plants on front porch will have grown from pea-sized to almost quarter-sized, maroon and yellow, and still have a ways to…

By David Fortier  Come Sunday morning, I will rise and shake my head and wonder where the week went. It’s not that much happened, although on the city news front…

By David Fortier  Come Sunday morning, I will have made it just beyond the two-month mark for the knee replacement surgery and a month back to school. Bristol is a…

By David Fortier  Come Sunday Morning, the Mum Festival will have been going on full-tilt since Friday evening in its new venue downtown, with parts of North Main St. and Riverside Ave….

By David Fortier  Come Sunday morning, I will have settled into the weekend—breakfast with Mary on the porch (this Saturday blueberry crepes and a cup of tea before she heads…

By David Fortier  Come Sunday morning, we will have managed to get through the remnants of Ida with a momentary flicker of the lights, much more fortunate than some others…