North to Lakeville

Lakeville has fallen on hard times. But don’t tell that to the locals: There’s the former blues guitar player who never opens his case. The snake wrangler who worries about the bad intentions of his wife’s artsy friends. The firefighter who fears retirement more than death. And the grandmother who is determined to hike to the top of Fernridge Mountain. Their intersecting stories, a full stringer of unfulfilled dreams and missed opportunities, are the kind of “fish tales” best told over a pint at Bebe’s Tavern or in boat on Grady’s Lake during those quiet moments before dusk.