Frequent Bristol Road users may notice a recently planted series of little red “no more delays” signs on lawns on both sides of the road. They are meant to be gentle reminders to the public and the “powers that be” that the often delayed sidewalk project and the obviously needed repairs for Bristol Road deserve to become a high priority on the Maine Department of Transportation’s 2018 to-do list.
I was dismayed to read that Damariscotta’s new downtown restrooms will be “gendered” instead of unisex, as originally planned. Creating all-gender bathroom facilities puts a more positive, family-friendly image on our community. National retailers such as Target, T.J. Maxx, Walgreens, and Starbucks now provide unisex facilities for their customers. Some local businesses offer them as well, I’m sure.
As a 1980 graduate of Lincoln Academy, I have fond memories of the high school that prepared me for the very nice life that I enjoy today. My teachers were wonderful human beings and my education was solid. I believe this is still the case in the classroom at Lincoln Academy, and I would like to thank the LA teachers for their ongoing commitment and success in providing outstanding educational opportunities for their students. My goal is to have my experiences available to my sons, and other students who choose to attend Lincoln Academy.
The vote on April 17 in Wiscasset is about setting a precedent for Maine. If the no vote goes through, the Maine Department of Transportation and the state will be able come in and disregard local laws in any town in the state and put through whatever they want. It is not just about Wiscasset. There is a bigger picture here.
My wife and I fell in love with Wiscasset and the people who call it home – enough to purchase a property on Main Street. Even though we live far away in the mountains of Colorado, we have become fervent supporters and promoters of the community and only want the best for the town into the future.
Last week, I had the opportunity to participate in the Spectrum Generations annual Volunteer Appreciate event, March for Meals, an event that shows participants what Spectrum Generations volunteers do throughout the year by shadowing them as they carry out their duties.
Alna has been through a rough couple of months, with folks sharply divided on the issue of private school choice. But votes are good, because they settle things. One side prevails and one does not; and then we move on.
Over the past year, I was a member of the Bristol dam committee. However, this letter reflects my own views and not the opinions of all members of the committee.
On behalf of the trustees, administration, and staff of LincolnHealth, I’m writing today to express our full and enthusiastic support for the No More Delays campaign in Damariscotta. This citizen-initiated effort was created to strongly encourage state leaders to make the completion of the Bristol Road sidewalk project (between downtown Damariscotta and the LincolnHealth Miles Campus) a priority.
My husband and I live in way upstate New York near the Adirondack Mountains, but we have been traveling to the Pemaquid Peninsula since our honeymoon 50 years ago. We get up your way often every year, sometimes with our family, sometimes by ourselves. We love the peninsula so much.
I want to thank Linda Shaffer for her recent “Talkin’ Trash” column in The Lincoln County News, “Avoiding household battery fires.” I admit that I was unaware of this fire danger.
I would like to thank the young man that stood by me waiting for the police and wrecker to arrive the morning of Friday, Feb. 9 at 9 a.m. on the Pond Road, Newcastle (Eagle’s Nest). I failed to get his name, but he stopped and checked to make sure I was OK and then asked if I wanted him to stay until the sheriff arrived. Shaken up a bit from my ordeal, it was good to have someone there to talk with.
During the recent snow/ice storms, when all else failed, Waldoboro’s highway department came to the rescue. John Daigle was called for help clearing dangerous ice from Friendship Street and within 10 minutes, Mark Gifford and his big sand truck made four sweeps over that part of the road.
I remember taking valentine cards every year to all my grammar school classmates. And every year now I give a lovely card to my wife asking her to be my valentine, often accompanied by a gift of some sort. But this year I’m working on a radical idea. What if, instead of asking someone or ones to be my valentine, I concentrated on being a valentine for another person? And, rather than my wife or my adult children, what if I tried to be an anonymous valentine for an unknown neighbor who really needs a valentine to help them in a really difficult circumstance?