We went to Waldoboro before going to visit Shane at the Maine prison in Warren yesterday afternoon. There was an event going on, Waldoboro Day...taking place at the Miller School where two of my four grandchildren attend. Pete and I have not seen our grandsons or heard their voices in about three years. Their mother is Andrea Picard.
As luck would have it, as we arrived I saw my now 10 year old grandson walking down the street with his mother on their way out of the event. I didn't see his younger brother, but Andrea was pushing a stroller, which I assume the boys' stepbrother was in.
While my husband went to park, I got out of the car, and proceded to jog down the street so we could connect before approaching the main road. As soon as she saw me she began dialing police apparently. She didn't have to do that, as there was a game warden more or less escorting me. He he had been parked at the entrance of the event...and noticed me heading in that direction a bit hurriedly.
I hollered out to my grandson that his father is in jail... but that he loves him and his brother, and that we love them too. While waiting for Pete to come and get me, I spoke with the game warden, and Andrea simply strolled away.
