The search for red October
Poets often lament the fickleness of spring, but it is autumn in The County that holds the greatest capacity for surprise. We all know what to expect, but are less and less certain of its arrival date.
Poets often lament the fickleness of spring, but it is autumn in The County that holds the greatest capacity for surprise. We all know what to expect, but are less and less certain of its arrival date.
Remember your first cup? Coffee is a hallmark beverage for many. Ubiquity to the extreme, some might say. Sept. 29 was National Coffee Day in the U.S. Wisps of steam rising from a mug of Joe bring memories to mind.
It is that time of the year again when the leaves are turning color and finding their way down to the ground. The good news is that it is a beautiful time of the year.
It’s the proverbial dark and stormy night. Your new-to-driving teen is coming home from a friend’s house and, in a dip in the road, they see water flowing right across it. What they do next could mean life or death.
With all that’s been going on in the news lately, raging storms, earthquakes, the nation on the brink of nuclear war, I’m starting to get the feeling someone around here is in possession of a stolen artifact or perhaps someone read a passage from some ancient text that has left us all jinxed.
EDITOR’S NOTE: The following fictional account was submitted in recognition of domestic violence month, which is marked in October by the National Network to End Domestic Violence.
Chase Rapids is the highlight of many Allagash Wilderness Waterway canoe trips. This exciting stretch of class II whitewater is challenging for an experienced canoeist and will give a novice all they can handle, and then some.
I just glanced over at the calendar. It won’t be long before my wife is back to work and it’s just me and my infant son against the world.
You don’t want your first thought upon entering a grocery store to be “Oh, they must have gotten a shipment of fish today.” When the fish counter is all the way in the back of the store and all the fish is packed in ice, if your nose knows, you probably just lost your appetite for fish.
When my Navy ship got back from our Med Cruise in 1977, we went through downtime for leaves and refit as necessary,