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Friday, September 30, 2016
Thursday, September 22, 2016 10:32 AM
Tom, I think we think alike. Want to get coffee? You hang around much? Ever find yourself with idle time to loiter around Rockland’s cafes mingling with the foreign language students, the off-season schooner deck gangs, the rained-out . . .
  • As summer winds down we cannot help but start noticing who leaves and who stays. The week before Labor Day begins the exodus, and over the next four months, people will continue to leave this island, until we are down to our . . .
  • I’ve been taking flying lessons, mostly in Belfast, for over three years. From time to time somebody who knows I’ve been taking lessons for a while asks, “Have you soloed yet?” Actually, first solo is not the end of pilot training . . .
  • By this time of year those of us who make a living attending to the needs of the public are found browsing catalogues of polar-fleece garb and hunting paraphernalia, crossing days off calendars with red Sharpies . . .
  • The Lobster Festival is up and running and, as you read these words, Rockland is quite likely charming and well-scrubbed and just a tad on the crowded side. I hope you have found a comfy coffee shop or a good . . .
  • It is an honor and a privilege to live on this bay. This morning—that meaning a few days ago, as you read this — the fog was thick and I was supposed to do some stuff on the mainland. The air service obviously would . . .
  • From Offshore: Fourth of July Parade
    “You suppose we’ve got a book around here that will show me how to put together a sousaphone?” As readers might recall from previous comments, we have quite a few books in this house. . . .
  • In 22 years of responding out here as an emergency medical technician, I cannot think of a single call that really required more than what an experienced Wilderness First Responder could . . .
  • I am going over the books. I am attempting to do the books. I am examining the books, scrutinizing the books, almost everything except cooking the books. I am not doing any accounting . . .
  • The weather forecast was perfect. All the sources of weather information — from Altitude Lou on the radio and the guys in suits on the 6 o’clock news, through the various websites . . .
  • Sure, it’s a few days late to still be talking about Mother’s Day — or is it Mothers’ Day? — but as I write, on the morning of said holiday, the opportunity to use this platform for a few assorted . . .
  • Every now and then we come across a reference to “words that don’t exist in English, but perhaps should.” I recently encountered the Czech word “ptydepe,” evidently coined by Vaclav Havel . . .
  • It’s not so, bad, traveling. We hear all the time about the horror show that is air travel: valuable luggage containing irreplaceable Manolo Blahniks sent inexplicably to Hong Kong when the relevant . . .
  • From Offshore: Night Flight
    We had been trying all winter. A full-dark nighttime flight of at least 100 nautical miles is one of the required elements of private pilot training. This night flight had been a long time coming. . . .
  • From Offshore: Acadia in the Winter
    As much as many of ours friends and summer neighbors think of Matinicus as a place one journeys to, every once in a while we see it as a place to get from. Paul and I were in mind . . .
  • Rumor has it there used to be a sign in an outdoor shower at one of the more secluded summer rental camps reading, “Watch out for the meter reader on the 15th of the month.”
  • A gang of us were knocking back a couple of ’Keag Store pizzas over in South Thomaston last week (by the way—let me pause a minute to recommend ’Keag Store pizza. . . .
  • The guys who fly for the air service have been attending their regular recurrent ground school training this winter, in which they go over safety stuff . . .
  • This is for real: get an old-school wired telephone before the electricity goes out. Seriously. It’s a shame how often columns and essays in the popular . . .
  • My favorite bit in Charles Dickens’ “A Christmas Carol” is an insignificant, passing glimpse that is not even included in the shorter iterations of the . . .
  • I am tempted to entitle this report “Stranger things have happened,” or maybe “You still can’t make this stuff up.” Readers who cherish the old . . .