A single dad puts together a family

Crossing the railroad tracks and turning onto the riverside street, we see the Penobscot River—still partially frozen—just beyond the neighborhood backyards. Fifth house on the left . . . white with black shutters . . . garage under construction. And a huge maple striped with nailed-on rungs—for kids to climb up. This has to be it. We pull into the driveway.

Robert Klose, six-foot-three in his stocking-feet (and he is in his stocking-feet) comes from the back door to greet us. Alyosha, the 16-year-old, will be along soon, he tells us as he leads us up the back steps and through the "mud room"—a necessity in Maine this time of year.

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