By this time next year we will have elected a new president. Somehow, right now it doesn’t seem like anyone currently on the trail is a fit for the office.

The theory is humans gravitate to things like horror movies and carnival rides because most people like the pulse-pounding thrill of terror without suffering the unfortunate ill consequences that come with an actual threat.

Many of our older folks can still remember Armistice Day, Nov. 11, created in 1919 by President Woodrow Wilson at the end of World War I, celebrating the cessation of hostilities.

My dog Bella was recently found after being lost for three days on the Pemaquid peninsula. The number of wonderful people who searched, helped, and offered words of encouragement was amazing! We are lucky to be a part of this caring town.

A couple of days ago I had an interesting email from a Bristol Road neighbor who knew that I belong to a neighborhood group that is gathering signatures on a petition requesting the Department of Transportation review speed limits on the Damariscotta section of Route 129.

It’s hard to look at Damariscotta’s Main Street this week and not think of the crowds that packed this tiny downtown this past weekend.

Damariscotta’s Making Strides Against Breast Cancer Walk steps off from the parking lot of The First on Damariscotta’s Main Street this Sunday at 2 p.m.

The fact there will be no cost of living adjustment in 2016 for 65 million recipients of Social Security will be acutely painful in Maine, which hosts the oldest population in the nation; and in Lincoln County, the second oldest county in Maine where public transportation is non-existent, community outreach is at best minimal and where 25 percent of the population is age 65 and over.

Question 1 supporters claim that the new law will increase transparency and accountability and return power to the voter. This is total hogwash.

This weekend, even as thousands of revelers descend on Lincoln County for the culmination of the Damariscotta Pumpkinfest and Regatta, our thoughts turn to the south, toward our fellow citizens in the Carolinas.

I love this peninsula! Yesterday morning while juggling too many bags out to my car at Hannaford, I knocked my fitness tracker bracelet off my wrist without realizing it. When I returned to look for it in the afternoon, I was cautiously hopeful that I’d find it, generally being an optimistic person, but I wasn’t holding my breath.

An ex-busboy will never forget Bobby Kennedy in ways many of us understand. Reading about Juan Romero’s August 29, 2015 memories of an internal cross of guilt that he carried for decades awoke many of my own painful memories, and yet the path of hope was expanded despite the loss of a great leader who died June 5, 1968.

It has been a year since I moved away from “The Sister Villages,” and all my wonderful friends. I miss you all very much and would love to move back. Unfortunately, my children come first and they want me here in “wonderful Massachusetts.” Yuk.

We thank David Pope (LCN, Sept. 4, “Since they keep arguing, I need to keep responding”) for his willingness to engage in an exchange of facts and beliefs about the Route 218/Federal Street 6,000 pound weight limit issue.

He referred to a “detour” of “3 minutes of additional travel” caused by the 6,000 lb. limit on Route 218/Federal Street. Then he stated that “our little detour” has “no effect on the number of trucks going through Sheepscot.”