Serving Maine and Lincoln County for over 140 years
We always knew this day would come.
We knew there would come a day when Chester Rice would not be in public office anymore. Sad as it is, we’re happy to see him turn in his keys and walk out under his own power, at a time and place of his own choosing. We hope he enjoys his retirement, although we expect he’ll remain as busy as ever.
Jan. 15: The sweet CNA got me up past 6:30 a.m. She helped me dress and get into my wheelchair. Then she took me to the scales to weigh me. The sweet helpful nurse came in with my meds and a nebulizer treatment. She was told by the sweet overnight nurse that she didn’t get a chance to give them to me.
I have become my grandparents! In my 30s and 40s, I heard things come out of my mouth while parenting that assured me I had become my parents. Now, in my mid-60s, I have become my grandparents.
Not every parent would set sail for months along the eastern seaboard with both of their preschool aged children and a crew of juvenile delinquents aboard, but Nobleboro resident J.B. Smith did in 1991 without concern.
The collaborators behind the new warming center at The Second Congregational Church in Newcastle could not have picked a better time to kick off their initiative.
Winter seems to have just teased us with the white stuff this year, but last Friday Mother Nature finally gave us the gift of proper snow and made the view from our window look like real Maine in January. Snowy days tend to inspire me in the kitchen, whether it be to try a new idea recipe or revisit some old standby and infuse it with new flavors to create an appetizing meal.
Who hasn’t thought about living the dream? To chuck it all – the job, the bills, the grind – and leave it behind to travel as freely as the wind blows, unencumbered by any concern other than safety and good health?
“But where do the stars go during the day?” asked little Hannah.
We would like to commend Sam Richards for his actions on Jan. 3. As detailed in the front-page article, Richards’ quick thinking and cool head saved his father’s life when the latter choked on a piece of steak.
“Volunteering at a local conservation organization” must rank high on the list of new year’s resolutions because we have been the delighted recipient of a slew of inquiries about ways to get involved at Midcoast Conservancy!
I have a new fella in my life. His name is Waffles, but as with any pet, he has already gained a few nicknames, the most frequently used being “Waffi.”
Though it has been many days now since all the holiday decorations have come down and the wrappings have come off the holiday presents, and even as some gifts may have begun to lose their luster, there are those gifts that are rare, longer-lasting ones. We would like to share a few with you.
Moments before the 2002 U.S. Open would tee off at Bethpage State Park Golf Course in Farmingdale, N.Y., Bob Emmons was inspecting one of the greens when he was suddenly surrounded by federal agents with weapons drawn.
I’m sitting here in the dark. Not yet 4:30. But the sun is down. And it’s dark. Or at least heavy dusk. Sullen time. Contemplating time. Twilight time. Scout would be napping if she wasn’t at doggie day care. Kathy’s reading her second Christmas present book on the couch.
