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Wednesday, December 07, 2016
Wednesday, November 30, 2016 2:51 PM
This time of year the pleasant, sunny days become a bit more valuable, and aren’t to be thoughtlessly squandered on paperwork and indoor improvements. A blue-sky, no-wind day this late in November is not when . . .
  • Around Thanksgiving we get appropriately sentimental and, if we are wise, give some consideration to reasons for gratitude. I’ll leave the mush and slobber to Hallmark, the friends and family stuff to the Butterball ads and alehouse ...
  • The venerable line about the role of the journalist being “To comfort the afflicted and to afflict the comfortable” was never intended — by Edward R. Murrow or anybody else who said it — to mean “It is the role of anyone with . . .
  • As I write, we are enjoying the first fire of the year in the kitchen stove, we just had a gust of 48 mph, and the lights just blinked. The weather report is “You can’t get there from here.” Weatherman says the rain will be done in . . .
  • Because I venture off this island for so many different reasons, I get asked the usual questions on a fairly regular basis. To tackle the unanswerable question “How many people live on that island?” one more time feels . . .
  • Doctor Bob, so called, was a scientist and a clown, a stilt-walker in parades, a nerd and a jester and an antique tractor buff, a mechanic and a Ph.D., a survivor of much, a genius and an oddball and a sort of unrelated uncle . . .
  • 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 . . .