I have yet to determine just what it is I want to be when I grow up. Now, don’t get me wrong! I have explored many possibilities, including becoming a teacher, court reporter, poet, and at one point in the 1970s I thought I just might evolve into a rock singer.
This past weekend featured a glorious, and perhaps final, blast of summer weather so it was only natural for folks to be outside enjoying the warm temperatures and beautiful fall scenery.
We were traveling through New York and since I had always wanted to eat at Hardee’s Restaurant, we were making a quick stop to sample the famous, well-advertised Hardee’s burger.
This past weekend, the city of Caribou was abuzz with events celebrating the life of one of its most innovative citizens, Olof P. Pierson.
Where were you when the lights went out? That was a common discussion in the greater Houlton area Wednesday evening as an intense storm blasted through the area, bringing with it high winds, torrential rain and an impressive display of lightning.
It was a textbook September day. Ever-changing, lazy clouds brushed across a brilliant, perfect blue sky that offered no hint of rain. I was driving to Houlton to attend a staff meeting, and listening to a Stephen King book on CD. The day was far too glorious to entertain a dark Stephen King tale, and so, despite my King adoration, I reached down and removed the CD, and the sounds of 96.1 FM radio filled the car.
I think Art Linkletter and Bill Cosby were on to something. Kids do say the darndest things sometimes.
Linkletter created the concept on his radio show, which aired from 1945-69. Cosby introduced the format to an entire new generation with a television show that aired from 1998-2000.
We were driving along I-95 in the rain; the road slick and shiny beneath us. We were on our way to Augusta. Each time a car or truck would pass, tiny streams of surface water would splash against the contours of the car; sometimes reaching upward and onto the windshield.
What a morning! The weather was impeccable and that blue sky I love to write about was flawless. I was running ahead of schedule and that in itself was a blessing. I pulled into Leo and Sons Mobile to fill my car up with gas and was reaching for my checkbook and humming “Bennie and the Jets” when the nearly perfect morning came to a screeching, merciless halt.
It’s hard to believe, but Labor Day weekend is upon us. Where did the summer go? The washout that was June was replaced by a so-so July and August that featured a few great days, followed by more days of rain.
