David hadn’t been home for Thanksgiving in thirteen years. Only one of those years, for both November and December, he’d been in jail, taking his lumps for driving drunk and hitting a light pole. Most of the other years, he was intimately involved with spirits of the worst kind. Sobriety came slowly and disappeared…
It’s thrice fallen out of the freezer, regularly rebounding reminders that I’d better eat it. I keep at least one frozen pizza—just in case— at all times. But I only remember because my poorly packed icebox allows it to slide out, crashing to the floor regularly. I slip up occasionally and refer to the freezer…
Now, it’s just me and the pie. It didn’t start that way, of course. It came as a gift from the Significant One. I mentioned apple pie, sure. I’ve never made one, and I’m not starting now. A man needs to know his limitations. When she showed some passing interest in the idea, I put…
With Lewiston, Maine, on the hearts and minds of a whole nation, we’ve experienced some heartfelt celebrity outreach in recent days. Pro footballers from the New England Patriots gave shout-outs of support to the Lewiston Blue Devils and City of Auburn Red Eddies high school football teams. It all took place before the cross-river…
I suspected the lady came out of retirement to take a job that most wouldn’t. I couldn’t do it, and the fact that she became a comforter to an emergency waiting room for the sick, wounded, and those in crisis— and their supporters— is enough to reassure me that she was the right one for…
It was the day of a dump run. Yes, we call it a transfer station now. I grew up in the era of the dump, the EOTD. It wasn’t a pretty time, but the name sticks. I’ll call it a dump until death; it connects me to the past, as did the stepladder. It’s a…
I remarked that the newly constructed Dunkin (formerly known nationally as Dunkin’ Donuts) looked clean and inviting. And it did. I pulled in. Sammy didn’t say anything but, “Ooooh, coffee.” We usually agree on coffee stops and are typically equally excited about the next one. My new second-cup-of-coffee-of-the-day ordering paradigm was in full force. I…
“Now, you’re sure it’s a ’79? “As sure as I can be. I have the Virginia title paperwork right in front of me. Runs like a top.” Kurt had been looking for the automobile for over nine months. He didn’t want to spend the money hauling the wrong car nine hundred miles north to Maine…
I didn’t meet Tin White by mistake. We were introduced, but not in an official sense. Tin happens to live in my glide path to Downeast. I am lucky enough to drive by his house about fifty percent of the time I head to camp. There are other ways, of course. And I tend to…
My early morning run to Portland was a welcome change from heading east. But I won’t make a habit of it. It cost me sixteen bucks to park. Thankful is the man who parks for free; I have had a lifetime of that. So, I am not being a whiner. I detest giving my money…