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Saturday, November 18, 2017
Thursday, November 16, 2017 7:36 AM
Our daughter the Registered Maine Guide teaches outdoor fun to little kids, much in defiance of the notion that children should be protected from every scratch and scrape and are better off safely cramming for their exams. In addition to . . .
  • I’ve written before about how we run elections on Matinicus Island, but this year it seems especially meaningful to ruminate on democracy in action in the smallest little-town sense. Perhaps it’s a bad case of rose-colored glasses . . .
  • I am going to make fun and be serious at the same time here, and it will fall to you to sort out which is which. In the past, I have told curious strangers, tourists, and chatty folks on line at the hardware store that they should not believe . . .
  • The other night I dreamt about trucks. The word went around last week that Puerto Rico was in need of truck drivers. Reputable reporters stood on waterfronts and pointed at undeliverable shipping containers filled with relief supplies. . . .
  • The Common Ground Country Fair starts Friday the 22nd and runs through the weekend. They call it a “celebration of rural living.” I’ll say it is! It is also a celebration of annual family reunions, and a celebration of spotting an old friend . . .
  • This summer my grandmother from South Thomaston would have turned 100. She lived to almost 90, but I don’t think she would have liked having to get along like an “old lady” and stay indoors too much. . . .
  • A number of years ago, there was a transient employee working on this island who — the whole town soon discovered — was an avowed white supremacist
  • Not really murder, no. This isn’t a detective story, although it probably should be. No, just an ordinary summer weekend in Maine — you know, the stuff they write children’s books about. Or they might, someday, when the public tires . . .
  • He said, “We are grateful for those who make us happy.” Our little island hosted a smallish wedding last weekend. Don’t get any bright ideas; a remote island wedding can be a hell of a lot of work if the weather doesn’t cooperate . . .
  • Our aim, pun acknowledged if not actually intended, is to promulgate and promote the good causes of Outdoor Recreation, Moderation in All Things, and Squirrel Fricassee. Here’s an idea: a nationwide advocacy association . . .
  • First we had to decide whether to have the 4th of July on the 4th of July or on some other day this year, which is usually a matter of the weather report, but we also have to consider the whereabouts of people who usually like to drive . . .
  • The next few lines should bring a great sense of relief to my husband and children, as what I am about to spout will completely destroy any chance I might ever have, decades from now, should I get in mind to run for any . . .
  • Lists have completely taken over fluff journalism. You can’t submit a lightweight article such as “Scenic Hydroelectric Dams of Central Maine” or “Canadian-style flower arranging” anymore without getting a robot-generated . . .
  • The marine forecast did not make it particularly clear whether our ferry would make the round trip from Rockland. Matinicus Island ferries are mercurial beasts — erratic and irregular, occasional things . . .
  • As I write, two of our friends are doing some of life’s more important business. Conscious and aware as the time winds up, two who we are glad to greet and hail, both coincidentally named David, are surrounded . . .
  • I earned a “Do you want fries with that?” sort of liberal arts degree from one of those red-brick establishments that goes around offering scholarships to hungry-looking urchins from moribund sardine factories and . . .
  • This is a story about how cars sure aren’t the same as they used to be, and about swallowing one’s pride, and how we have good neighbors among the local Rockland merchants, and how sometimes our best intentions are thwarted . . .
  • Our daughter Emily had a handsome little maple tree growing outside her window as a child. The tree was a volunteer, something not uncommon around here as the big maples growing in the cemetery “next door” send out their . . .
  • At 4:40 p.m. on March 14th, four hours into the snowstorm, the power went out. Thankfully, we’d already had a little “power bump” a couple of hours earlier, just a quick blink, which served as a reminder for me to draw off a few . . .
  • A few days ago the post office in Winthrop, Maine, burned down. Permit us, the people of Matinicus Isle Plantation, to express our sorrow and understanding to the residents of Winthrop. We had the same thing happen here . . .
  • As we get through our little bit of hard-core winter, my favorite thing in life may be something I haven’t got. This thing that makes me smile is an absence, a negative, a trouble that isn’t mine: I do not have to commute. . . .
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