Ella and Kayla love their Papa. And Kevin feels the same way about his two charming granddaughters. They all piled in for this photo without a moment’s hesitation — well, some gentle encouragement, maybe. I mean, what child isn’t a little reluctant to give up recess time with schoolmates before lunch. I’m not sure what was on the menu, but it was a beautiful spring day with soccer balls and swings flying, woods’ exploring and just plain blowing off steam.Read More
Anyone who thinks making “the real deal,” genuine maple syrup, is a simple matter should just buy some “Aunt Jemima” at their local grocery store and call it good.
As Don Imus once said, “I was born at night, but not last night.”Read More
Let me say right up front that I am not any kind of a bird expert. I enjoy watching them. I love to hear their voices. And, we feed them in the winter. I have even, in my youth, hunted them.
Growing up in the hills of central Pennsylvania, my best buddy and I used to hunt on our way to school — mostly for rabbits and the ever elusive, ruffed grouse. We were not very successful hunters. Grouse were particularly challenging and very elusive. They wait until you are practically on top of them until they launch out of the underbrush and scare the bejesus out of you. I have demolished many a hemlock tree in an attempt to gather myself and save face with a shotgun blast! They are crafty birds.Read More
The next time you visit the Southport Town Hall don’t expect to see anyone dangling their legs over the railing of the newly recreated balcony. This photo opportunity was a special arrangement coordinated with final construction and the weekly selectman meeting. It is my good fortune to live down the road and arrive just before Mary Lou Koskela leapt into a net. Just kidding.Read More
As best I can tell, Alan Williams has never been far from an internal combustion engine. Exhaust fumes are part of his DNA. Every variety of vehicle imaginable has been tried out, driven, tuned or transported. From pickups to VW bugs, wheelers to motorcycles, scooters to ATVs, Alan has fiddled with it, repaired it, patched it, sold it or delivered it. The only thing I might be missing is an airplane at one of the locations he has worked, and it’s possible to imagine that he has one stashed somewhere.Read More
Sometimes its a little challenging to gather information about people. I mean, good, clear important stuff that can be shared safely. It’s easy to slip up and generally likely that someone will manage to challenge what little I know, or innocently suggest, about many who live here in our wonderful corner of the world.Read More
I was hammer drilling a deeper hole for the sump pump in my wife’s mother’s house on West Street the other day, and it occurred to me that there must be a better way to make a living. I have put off that project for years but the recent perfect storm of deep cold and torrential rain enlightened me and also threatened the hot water heater and the furnace. With frozen ground, water runs fast down the back hill and floods into the basement . The sump pump didn't pump out enough, and some times the water rose too high. It doesn’t help that the sump is located in the remnants of an old cistern. Why wouldn’t the water collect there?Read More
Allan Walton did not start painting until he was almost five years old! He grew up in Dixfield Maine. He probably didn’t know then that art would become the focus of most things he did, and he has done many things.Read More
We rubbed elbows with Caitlin before she was born. In 1988, we attended a group Lamaze class at Miles hospital. Pregnant moms and nervous dads gathered to learn more about the birthing process. We and Caitlin’s parents, the Cronks, were enrolled. It was a great bunch of folks from all over, Waldoboro to Bath. Many of us kept in touch. We had a wonderful reunion after everyone’s baby arrived. What a scene that was. Ten new babies in the same room comparing notes. They had lots to say!Read More
GPS (Global Positioning System) is everywhere. The sky is full of objects looking down on us. It can tell us where we are when we don’t know. It can tell us our destination before we get there. It will argue with us in our cars (“Recalculating”). And it can tell us where things will happen before they do.Read More
On any given day the Southport to Boothbay Harbor drive occurs. Almost always, at least one trip per day, sometimes many, seldom never.
It’s not a long journey, but it’s where all the supply stations reside — major postal service, Fed Ex and UPS drop offs, technology, specialty shops and dining facilities. It’s where we go for stuff, plain and simple.Read More
Nat Porter, from Winchester, Massachusetts, had a place at the end of Kimballtown Road on Barters Island back when we bought our first home there in 1978. Horace Lee of First Federal Savings and Ethelyn Giles helped us with that transaction. Our house belonged to the Roberts family for many years. At the time, Almond Roberts and his family lived at the end of Kimballtown, right next to the Porter property. Their house was taken down.Read More
In these politically charged times, I know I am walking on eggshells. But, politics aside, I am remembering Mrs. Cowan, a very dear friend to us and our communities.
A holiday season never goes by without thinking of this very special person. We see, still, long after her passing, reminders of her presence. We share those memories with others, and still can laugh and tell stories about what it was like when Mrs. Cowan walked into a room. You just never knew!Read More
I think November is kind of a weird month. It seems to arrive in a sort of stealth way, sneaking in through the back door with little notice and a few surprises. So far, this November has, true to form, settled in and fiddled about with all variety of annoying and pleasant weather and events.Read More
From my first visit to Monhegan in the mid ’70s, learning of the island’s “Trap Day” interested me. Such a special event. An entire island population working together to prepare for the opening day of lobstering season. It was a great idea. The waters surrounding Monhegan were rich with lobster at a time of year when the price would be high. The only thing was, “Trap Day” took place at the coldest time of the year, Jan. 1.Read More
Mother wasn’t a saint but she hovered in that vicinity. Even if, in my early years, I misunderstood how to behave prior to her morning cup of black Maxwell House coffee and a Camel cigarette.Read More
In wooden boat-building circles, the tradition of the “Whiskey plank” is cause for great celebration. And why not? It is a pinnacle event, a milestone — the placing of the final plank and the completion of a complicated and sophisticated process. It is a major benchmark and recognition of successful, long-term teamwork. The ship's hull is closed, fully renewed.Read More
To bee or not to bee, that is the question.
The alien looking subjects in this week’s adventure are Steve and Cathy Berger. They are seriously wrapped up in protective gear as residents of their hives react to some minor disruptions. It was time to administer a protective application which would help prevent bee sickness.Read More
If it looks like a duck, swims like a duck and quacks like a duck, there's still a chance that it's not.Read More
1987 seems like a long time ago. It probably is. But in 1987 Keith and Constance (pictured above) got married and I was their photographer at Our Lady Queen of Peace. They became Mr. and Mrs. Bodine. In the scheme of things, I suppose, 31 years isn't all that long ago, but a lot has happened in the years since Keith and Constance got married.Read More