“So how do you feel about all this police business going on?” I kept a poker face. Quite a set-up. My partner and I visited his old family friends over the holidays. I asked “Don’t we need to call these people and let them know we’re coming?” “No, Gavin. It’s small-town Connecticut. We just drop in.” (I’d be livid if people interrupted my frenetic Christmas preparations.) The police question was popped by an 83-year-old man, a friend of my partner’s parents. I’ll call him “Big Al” and his wife, “Little Alice”. They’re salt-of-the-earth people. Big Al was a painter, by trade, Alice a stay-at-home mom (of 4 kids). And, by the way, they’re “all about” gays and kids.