It’s been wisely recommended that I explain what the ‘affliction’ is that I occasionally mention in my articles. I have no problem with that, but it does make me realize that I’ve been coy about it as though I might somehow be ashamed to have it. I have multiple sclerosis; MS for short.
In the 80 years they’ve been keeping records at Caribou, this snow season is now one of only three years in which 30 or more inches of snow had fallen by the end of November.
With a “sense of stabbing pain” (as Winston Churchill intoned at the onset of WWII war clouds), I can scan and sense a remarkable change in north central Aroostook County, not just impacting our legendary dark skies, but also infecting the very rhythm of our daily lives.
The holiday season is underway and soon families will gather for meals and gift giving. With many relatives under one roof, this is a great time for genealogists to ask questions about holiday traditions practiced in the past or to try to learn more about the family.
This week’s column was particularly difficult to write, because the cat decided this morning to sit on my lap to seek warmth and comfort as I typed out these musings. And yes, I agree that the image of a cat sitting on your lap while you write is kind of sweet.
The Christmas season here in the County is about stars. December days are short on sunlight and long on starlight.
The Presque Isle Landfill and Tri-Community Landfill in Fort Fairfield will be merging operations effective Jan. 1, 2019.
The very fortunate have experienced the pure joy found in Sheldon Silverstein’s poetry, either as the beloved reader to Little People or as a Little Person squirming with pleasure at the charming, colorful characters who populate his story poems.
A common sight when dining out in China was coming to a table where the tableware was wrapped in plastic.
