“You know, my birthday is next week,” said Frazier one cold snowy morning while we slid into a booth at the Bristol Diner, one of his favorite breakfast places.

From The Lincoln County News, November 1968:

Election Day: Lincoln County backed the Nixon-Agnew ticket on Nov. 5, giving the Republican from California 5,659 votes to 3,378 for Democrat and then-Vice President Hubert Humphrey and 231 for Alabama segregationist and former Gov. George Wallace.

Two of the most imposing presentations at the table are popovers and Yorkshire pudding. Amazingly, both require only eggs, milk, flour, a bit of salt, and, yes, some fat. After all, as Fats Waller, the famous jazz pianist, was quoted to say, “Fat’s where it’s at!”

I wrote a story about Weatherbird in Damariscotta a few weeks ago. That place is full of great wines, unique kitchen tools, and awesome gift items.

So much to scribble about this week, but first, let me say “Mission accomplished!” as our hurricane relief effort, through the American Legion here in Damariscotta, delivered a trailer load of supplies to some very needy folks in Fountain, Fla. For those of you who might say “Where?” it is a little community just north of Panama City, Fla., out on the Panhandle.

My sister, Wendy, is back in sunny, warm Fort Myers. I dropped her off at the airport yesterday.

Hello, friends!

Well, it looks (and sounds) like the holiday season is upon us. I can tell by all the ads on TV. (I must say, I like the ones with the dogs and cats.)

So I’ve been doing a lot of eating over the past week. My sister is up from Fort Myers. She loves food almost as much as I, and eats almost as much. But she’s svelte. Life isn’t fair. Wendy claims she’s not a cook, but that may be a ploy to get me to decide on and prepare all the meals. She gets away with it, though, by doing the cleaning up and washing dishes.