On a hot summer’s evening in June, Susan and I had just exited the bookstore, laden, as was our custom, with a bit of French Symbolist poetry for her, perhaps, and maybe some Faulkner or Nietzsche for me. It was the late 1960s. We were on Third, waiting for the Cinema 2 to let us […]
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Margie Thumm, Raymond: Carving my own fashion path down the slopes
Woolen knickers with a button fly … now when were they in style? I’m guessing they were worn around the early 1900s by young boys. Knickers were worn by vintage golfers, but did you ever see them worn by a downhill skier in the 1960s and 1970s? If you didn’t, then you never saw me […]
Kay Wheeler, Raymond: I’ll drink to that
About 35 years ago, when I was a lot younger, you get the drift, I went to an Eastern European music camp in New York state. I drove to New York for the camp. After registering, we got assigned to our dorms and began to make friends and play music. Having visited Greece once, I […]
Gregory Greenleaf, Harpswell: I can’t speak acronym, and I don’t care
If given the powers of an all-powerful being, I first would ban folks from using acronyms because I never know what the letters mean. INKWLM. It got this way because too many people are using the same acronym to stand for a wide array of different policies, organizations and procedures. Take the acronym MAPS. A […]
Anne Vaillancourt, North Berwick: Straight through, without Google as a guide
My partner coordinated a November road trip to Florida to assess damage to our homes after Hurricane Ian. His road mates were two men in their mid-80s: my father and uncle. It was a stressful trip, to say the least! There was absolute destruction to the southwest Florida community because of the Category 4 storm […]
Kay Wheeler, Raymond: Striking the right note
My grandfather came to America from Sweden when he was 18. He and his brother and little sister walked from Minnesota to Colorado in about 1905. They worked in the gold mines in Cripple Creek and lived there too. He married and eventually became my grandfather. He played Swedish violin. I loved it. I was […]
A.M. Vail, North Berwick: I’ve spent a lifetime paying the ADHD tax
“Instructions” is a word that has always given me trouble. It seems innocent – the beginning, really, of everything, even those first steps. With most every leg of life, there are instructions on learning how to learn, learning life skills, taking classes or courses, learning a new job, etc. Instructions given by parents, teacher, […]
Joe Beardsley, Poland: A friend in faith and his wordless gift
Instructions are often given and received on the run. I remember times, perennially at summer’s end it seems. In the absence of our youthful charges, we in leadership shed our various areas of expertise, never good at saying goodbye. It had been the usual boisterous two weeks on the Maine coast, longer than most conferences […]
Deborah E. Boyle, Cape Elizabeth: What is the average ‘Jeopardy’ contestant?
If it’s 7:30 p.m. on the East Coast, you’ll find my husband, Gerry, settling in to watch “Jeopardy.” He positions his plated food on the table in his man cave. When the jazzy lead-in tune begins, Gerry’s posture straightens as if to announce: Let the fun begin! (He’s watching reruns, as he can’t bear that […]
Gregory Greenleaf, Harpswell: Morning of victory, evening of defeat
I enter morning consciousness: I’m the Ping-Pong Champion (PPC). I exit evening consciousness: I’m not the Ping-Pong Champion (NPPC). I wake up a loser, not a winner. The pattern sometimes doesn’t change and I lose over and over again. NPC, NPC, NPC, NPC. Then Molly hits a slump and I’m PPC. PPC. PPC. PPC! We […]
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