Posted on the LBB (Lincolnville Bulletin Board) over the weekend: Can I get reminiscent for a moment? This photo [of sea smoke over the Bay] brings back a lot of memories. I used to be a free-range kid, and I’m not sure my parents were.
I’m not gonna lie – we had a sweet deal. For a few hundred dollars a year ($200 in the beginning, $1,000 at the end to help cover the cost of heating oil) the Lincolnville Historical Society (LHS) occupied the original classroom of a 19th century.
It was such a nasty day. Rain on top of snow on top of ice. Windy too, which meant my drafty old house was freezing. Not that we haven’t employed every strategy known to Mainers to tighten up the house over the past 50 years, but those icy winds.
I’ve developed a habit of listening to cable news all day long. It’s the way I filled the house with voices after Wally’s voice was gone. Now it’s just automatic: start the day with Morning Joe, end it with Rachel Maddow (if I’m still awake) with a.
We all have it, from the guy who lives out of his backpack or grocery cart to the neatly organized home complete with file drawers and bookshelves. Stuff. We all have it until or unless catastrophe strikes and a tornado blows it all to the next.