Caribou’s broadband options
To the editor:
The Caribou City Council is considering three options for future broadband service at their next meeting at 6 p.m. on Monday, Aug. 22.
To the editor:
The Caribou City Council is considering three options for future broadband service at their next meeting at 6 p.m. on Monday, Aug. 22.
To the editor:
The July 20 Star-Herald was delivered to me today. A front page article about the annual Maine Potato Blossom Festival got my attention.
All genealogists avidly use the census for information about their ancestors. Starting in 1790 the U.S. censuses were taken every 10 years. By 1850 all those in a household were listed and in 1880 the relationships were spelled out. What’s not to like about any of that?
Some may recall that civics, the rights, and duties of US citizenship, was a required course, usually at the eighth-grade Level. And one could not become a U.S. citizen without demonstrating a basic understanding of U.S. civics.
Rat-tat-tat, rat-atat-tat goes the automatic rifle. And the world descends into madness.
What if I were lying on the street of my beloved hometown with my blood pooling about me? And my last shuddered, shocked and unbearably painful thoughts were set gazing at the blue-cloud-puffed sky ordained by Thee?
Dexter and I had our first training session with Tyler Jones at Purpose Pups the Monday following our first weekend together. We had barely survived the weekend, and I was ready for some help training this high energy husky.
Dear Editor;
Thanks to Trey Stewart for trying to help us old residents by limiting our real estate taxes in the future.
As promised so many weeks ago, here is the second part to my most recent Northern Yarn regarding my fascination with old buildings.
I have spoken before of my career and of the honor of working with those who were visually impaired or blind. Each precious encounter I experienced in itself was a life lesson, and from time to time I am inspired to share some of these “yarns” with you.
To the editor:
The one bad thing about walking in the morning first thing is it’s so darn early. As a result, when I first head out the door, my body is still partially “paralyzed,” my mind is in a bit of a fog and my eyes are filled with “sleepy seeds,” as my mom called them.
Upon bringing home our newly adopted husky named Dexter, we had planned that his “dog house” would be the garage attached to the house.