The phone rings. The caller ID displays “Internal Revenue Service,” “U.S. Department of the Treasury,” or the 202 Washington, D.C., area code. Concerned, the recipient of the call picks up the phone and is told that he or she owes back taxes to the IRS and must pay up immediately.
We had a snowstorm a couple weeks ago that reminded me of an event that happened when I used to work in Easton. My best friend, who calls himself “my brother from another mother,” worked the same shift and we rode together.
Nope, they’re not the pirates of Penzance or the Caribbean. They’re the little furry rodents that amuse many a wildlife watcher as they jump from branch to branch, sit up holding morsels in tiny paws and leap aboard bird feeders everywhere — the squirrels.
Over the last year, there have been approximately 200 deaths from drug overdoses here in Maine. This is an eightfold increase in the last three years. Another startling statistic from the last year is that of the 12,000 babies born in our state, more than 950 were addicted to a substance. That is almost one in 12 Maine babies.
It looks like spring outside today.
Yup, I know spring is mud season. But it’s also spring. The weather gets warmer, and I dare to step outdoors.
I recently read an online post by Maureen Taylor “the photo detective.” Maureen is an internationally known genealogist whose specialty is identifying and preserving photos. She posted her alarm at the de-cluttering rage sweeping the country.
Tick tock. This Sunday we move clocks ahead by one hour as Daylight Saving Time arrives.
I parked my car at the Save-A-Lot parking lot, turned off the engine and settled back in my seat with a long, tell-all sigh. “I am 60 years old,” I whispered. The voice was unfamiliar to me; older and wiser and tired.
Over the last year, there have been approximately 200 deaths from drug overdoses here in Maine. This is an eightfold increase in the last three years.
It looks like spring outside today.
Yup, I know spring is mud season. But it’s also spring. The weather gets warmer, and I dare to step outdoors.
