He reached behind his head, out of habit, and lightly touched the base of his long ponytail. All was well with the world from his perch atop the Super Slide. He hadn’t set foot on Caribou soil for nearly 25 years and the realization was bittersweet.
I was recently asked by an 8th grade student at Oxford Hills Middle School how I planned to create more jobs and support economic growth in Maine and across the country.
What a nice past few weeks we had, if you can’t wait for spring. Everyone was outside just to be outside including all the animals. It was just enough warmer weather so that you might forget when the cold returns and those pets might get left out for too long.
When the mercury dips – and stays – below zero, concerns mount both for people braving the elements and for those hibernating at home. Caribou public safety officials recently emphasized some ways to stay safe during the extreme weather.
Slow down, just slow down,” cautioned Caribou Police Chief Michael Gahagan. “If you’re sliding through an intersection, you’re going too fast.”
Was it the pie or the infectious smile that caused Rob Mulvey to spontaneously leave his business card behind at the diner for the waitress and hope for a call? While I don’t know the details, I do know that she kept his card and called him, thus beginning the journey of Rob and Tammie Mulvey and the building of their Christmas tree and nursery business and home in Hodgdon.
Exactly how much should it cost to run the town of Houlton or any other community for that matter? That is the question that town managers, councilors and selectmen must wrestle with when putting together municipal budgets.
The blur that was the holidays has come and gone. So too has another year.
And while the economy continues to struggle, there have been some positives signs that the nation is slowly turning the corner. Many would probably agree they are no worse off than this time a year ago, so that’s a start.
Like many families with small children, the countdown to Christmas has reached epic proportions in our home.
Every morning throughout the month of December has been the same. Sometime around 6:30 a.m., my wife and I hear the thump of our youngest daughter’s feet hitting the floor as she jumps out of bed. This is typically followed by several loud thumps as she bounds across the hall and down the stairs to reach the “Countdown to Christmas” snowman calendar that awaits her at the bottom of the stairs.
I was talking to my latest class about the coincidences that seem to occur more often than usual in family history research.
This may or may not be the case, but from the abundance of stories from my genealogy buddies, it certainly seems true.
I could barely see her behind the cart filled with what were obviously Christmas gifts. Most of the purchases were bagged with the exception of the large boxes that contained items such as a Vizio flat screen TV, Shark steam cleaner, Paula Deen cookware, and what appeared to be a laptop computer.
