Thanks again, Mr. Lombardi

The summer before my freshman year at the University of Maine, I mowed lawns in Sandy Point to earn a few dollars. One of my customers was Dennis J. Lombardi, who had a small camp on the shore down over the bank near the Hersey Retreat; I think he got my phone number from Jane Stewart, Jeff and John Stewart's mom. Mr. Lombardi drove a dark-blue Cadillac with a custom plate that said "DJL."

The last time I mowed Mr. Lombardi's lawn near the end of August, he asked me, "Judy Smith is your mother, right?" And I said yes, that's right. "And Dod and Reat Smith were her parents?" And I said yes. "Your grandfather, Dod Smith, dug the basement for this house." I thought that was really something. And when he paid me that day, Mr. Lombardi gave me an extra $20. "Something to take up to Maine with you," he said.