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Saturday, August 24, 2019
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  • I was trying to get through frying the morning’s batch of doughnuts for the bakery. The phone man was assembling his gear for the first Field Service Technician call of the day, a day already setting up to look busy. At about 10 past 8:00 ...
  • Harold Owen taught high school English, and theatre with the r before the e, to teenagers. He taught our son to play chess as a small kid, and taught our daughter a bit of piano technique. What matters, though, when it’s all said and done ...
  • Barry was only a hurricane in the technical, 74+ mph wind, sense of the word for a short time. That’s little comfort to anybody living down by the Gulf of Mexico and dealing with torrential rain, power outages, or the postponement of the ...
  • The plan was a trip to Rockland and the Maine State Ferry Service Advisory Board. Any other islander, meaning a board member from any other island, who wished to attend the ferry meeting could get to it by ferry. Not from here ...
  • Saturday the 15th was a day of revelry and merry-making all around this area. I had, in hand, a gift certificate for a ride in the Waco biplane at the Owls Head Transportation Museum. This had been given to me back when I did a ...
  • Well, according to the Bangor Daily News, Anthony Weiner’s sentence is over. Weiner, should anybody want to bother to remember, was the politician who no doubt embarrassed his mother by misbehaving in public. Crude texts with ...
  • Earlier this week I attended a big elections training conference for town clerks and registrars in Augusta. As I approached the Civic Center entrance somebody said, “Hi, Eva.” I didn’t immediately recognize him until he said, “Andy.” ...
  • From Everett, Washington, it’s two stops on Amtrak to Seattle, not much more than an hour. We were just going for the ride, our little gang of travelers including a little boy who likes trains. “I don’t like Thomas anymore,” declared Dhovlen ...
  • As you might have figured out, the deadline for me to turn in the text for this column is several days before you read it, as it obviously takes a while to assemble, print, and distribute a newspaper. If you look into the night sky and gaze ...
  • Recall, just a few days ago as you read this, our delightful little spring snowstorm. As I write, it is Monday morning, looks like full-on January outside, and they’re saying we are to have another round of this Tuesday night. I had supposed ...
  • My friend who is a scientist, and who knows a great deal about many things most of us have never even heard of, didn’t know how to reply when her kids asked what happens to the bales of recyclables piled up at their local municipal ...
  • From time to time it seems appropriate to use my little soapbox to cheer for the good guys. The general pattern of impromptu favors and helping hands is that wider attention and media recognition are neither sought nor particularly desired....
  • The workday, on Friday last, required at least three sledge hammers. Our February ferry was scheduled for the 22nd, and if you are not yet accustomed to such an expression as “the February ferry,” welcome to Matinicus. That morning the ...
  • It is possible that, on whatever day you read this, the air is calm. Let us count our blessings. As I write, it is Saturday morning, the 9th of February. The cat, according to Paul, “doesn’t like going outside when her ears get blown flat.” ...
  • Several of my friends and a healthy majority of other newspaper columnists are enamored, in this chilly season of self-improvement and cabin fever, with the famous organizing specialist Marie Kondo and her peculiarly respectful method . . .
  • A gently appealing advertisement inspiring us to “Go RV-ing,” airing between Sunday travel shows, has a happy outdoorswoman in cuddly warm gear scooping up a handful of what appear to be cedar twigs and commenting on . . .
  • I write, as they say around here, on the last day of the year. Well, I type; this sort of rambling essay is hardly ever composed beginning-to-end while sitting at a computer. More typically my occasional contribution develops . . .
  • Begging your patience, I offer a holiday coffee break on a blustery afternoon. I wrote the following bit of foolishness several years ago while stranded in Rockland, and some friend of questionable taste asked that I dig it out of the pile. . . .
  • A couple of days ago I heard something on TV about how 80 percent of Christmas tree purchasers this year will be buying an artificial tree. Yeah? Oy vey. Some other fun facts, according to that little fluff news clip, which I have done . . .
  • I’m sorry, I just don’t get “doorbusters.” I must be pretty dense, or cheap, or un-American, but all that elbow-sharpening, hypothermia, and retail hysteria doesn’t look like fun to me. If you enjoy a good street fight, find yourself a nice authentic . . .
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