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Women on the rocks
This winter, as usual, we’re bound to have a few off season visitors. It’s an odd group that visits the island during those dark months. The island has no features sufficiently redeeming to warrant people from away being here; that is, we’re unwilling to credit them with enough savvy to appreciate those subtle qualities that
Hard to Port (Hard to Starboard too)
I’ve decided to renew my offer to accept an appointment as Manager of the Maine State Ferry Service. A couple of years ago I first extended that offer to Governor King, suggesting I serve for nothing for one year. If, at the end of that year, the Governor were to determine that I had not
Victoria Station
Has anyone noticed the Victoria’s Secret catalogues are getting a little provocative? Woodrow McFadden has. He arrived just ahead of his wife, Emily, at the Post Office one day last week and it was almost worth it. Rifling through the chaff, he grabbed the V.S. Swim 2002 catalogue, tried to conceal it inside an Eddie
Down and Out, and Counting
Sometimes I drift. My mind wanders, travels – compulsively, frequently, spontaneously and of its own accord – to a familiar and nearby place where it busies itself counting and averaging, arranging and cataloging. The condition has been diagnosed as Attention Deficit Disorder, but it’s hardly disorderly. My mind tidies up and organizes the clutter perceived
A Man’s Work
I do enjoy thorough directions and settle comfortably into a task so well defined that the absence of even a passing familiarity is no obstacle. I turned on Public Radio, filled the kettle and set it on the stove, and turned the oven to “bake” at 350. I discovered by myself that the turkey was
Raising the bar
As regards literature, I keep going to poetry readings even though I don’t seem to be acquiring a taste for it, not contemporary compositions anyway. On those occasions the reader, often the poet, moves me but rarely the poem. I’m a little ashamed, I don’t know exactly why but I sense I should be, to