A wartime remembrance
My family always told me war stories — memories about how World War II made its mark on life in Aroostook County.
My family always told me war stories — memories about how World War II made its mark on life in Aroostook County.
Part of my responsibility as one of Maine’s senators is to regularly travel across Maine and hear from people who live in every corner of our state. I hear about their achievements, their successes, their work to improve their communities — and far too often, I hear about their heartbreaks, particularly those related to the opioid epidemic.
Fall in The County means frosty mornings and shorter days. Leaves fall. Jack-o’-lanterns appear. Wildlife sense the change, too. Squirrels scurry to store away winter snacks. Geese form V’s in the sky.
At Caribou, by Halloween, the average high will be down to 45 degrees and the average low will be below freezing, at 30.
This past Wednesday was payday and bill paying day in our home.
Like most people, I grew up believing in the myth that if you worked hard and saved responsibly, you’d be all set. But that’s just not true. The reality is, the world was built in a way that favors the richest and most powerful among us. And it’s up to us to change it.
For many residents of northern Maine, the arrival of autumn after an interlude of Indian summer is a mixture of bitter and sweet.
On the first Friday of October, cities, towns and entire states across America recognized National Manufacturing Day.