Down East & Acadia
There’s not much to do on Swan’s Island on a rainy day. It’s pouring (a common occurrence in Maine this August), blurring the view of Jericho Bay. I’m watching the dark, angry waves roll in, mistaking each one for the smooth, black head of an island seal.
I am a bit obsessed with the idea of seals since we arrived on this tiny island several days ago. I’m like a child when it comes to spotting any form of
I like Bar Harbor. It has that ocean thing going on. Atlantic, I think. And there’s the big outdoor Acadia whatsit. But mostly when I visit, I hang out, depending on my mood, at the Lompoc Café (“poetry is dead, but bocce is alive”), the Thirsty Whale (“poetry is dead, but NASCAR is alive”) or Geddy’s Pub (“I think I’m dead – get me a Bloody Mary”). Perhaps anticipating that potential customers traveling on their hands and knees
I was wearing my uniform on my way home from work recently when a gentleman approached me at a gas station. “Hey, I've got a story for you,” he said, and then he paused, reading the badge on my shirt: “Ranger - Baxter State Park.” He looked at me and said, “Oh, I thought you were a warden.” And then, as if he didn't care whether I was a warden or not, he embarked on a long yarn about his brother's fishing exploits in a Winterport river.
“There’s a saying around here,” says Morgan Parmenter. “The Lees don’t hire crew, they adopt them.”
This might sound like marketing hype or cliché, but when it comes from Morgan — the bullshit-averse, tattooed cook — it’s a bankable statement.
She goes on to say that the Lees tend to stumble on new hires rather than find them through classified
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I heard about the fire on Swan's Island through their telephone man, Steve, who speaks most weekday mornings with the other TDS Telecom guys, including Paul from Matinicus. The night before, we'd been up listening to the thunder, thunder which followed awfully close to the lightning, worrying that our phone would ring with something wrong on Matinicus, or that the power would go out, or that one of the pagers would alarm… his about utilities, or mine for medical