News of Maine's Coast and Islands
Gun culture seemed the provenance of the guy down the road who stockpiled weapons in his cellar and bit a selectman on the ear at town meeting.
My sins included being late, getting heat exhaustion in the grasshopper room, inadequately cleaning cage screens…
At the top of Kent's Hill, the one-way road leading into North Haven's downtown, is the community bulletin board.
A year on North Haven follows a predictable rhythm. For nearly a decade my husband and I have lived by that rhythm.
It's early March as I write, and snow is still piled up to the crotch of the pin cherry tree. But you may be reading this in early April, and I hope you'll permit me to do a little fantasizing about what it might be like, a month from now.