A neighbor gone too soon
Those dear moments of the mind. We call them memories. They haunt our daily rituals and unexpected corners. In the end they give strength and solace with a brief tug to times gone by.
Those dear moments of the mind. We call them memories. They haunt our daily rituals and unexpected corners. In the end they give strength and solace with a brief tug to times gone by.
I have never been described as the most handy of people when it comes to building things. Don’t get me wrong. I am great at taking things apart, inspecting them to see how they work and tinkering.
Maine is the easternmost state in the U.S., and as such, it receives the sun’s first rays, every single day of the year. But exactly where in our state do those first rays land? Well, that changes, depending on the time of the year.
Diagnosed just before she turned 2 years old, Ruby Anderson, a 9-year-old girl from Yarmouth, does not remember living without Type 1 diabetes. She is determined to keep a positive attitude, however, and has worked to raise awareness at her school and is an advocate for Type 1 diabetes research.
This is in regard to the [“Walkabout: Aroostook”] article on driving. I agree it is sad how some people drive today, especially since cellphones came into existence.
We are celebrating 200 years of Maine. The “other Maine,” that is. It’s the place often written off but not easily forgotten once there. It is a place of tenacity, pluck and even a bit of wit.
After yet another white-knuckle trip to work, something has become clear: I need to go to driving school.