Call me an alarmist if you will, but when I see headlines like the one in the Oct. 26 Lewiston Sun Journal that read, “Bobcats drop Mules,” I become worried about the Maine mule industry.
It’s hard enough to breed mules without pesky bobcats dropping them.
On closer examination, however, I can see that my concern may be misplaced. The story in question refers
Late in my college career (checkered) my then girlfriend (now orchestral flutist and music prof), Susan Royal, convinced me and several others of our gang to go skydiving. She’d seen a flyer for a place in Seneca Falls, maybe an hour north along Lake Cayuga, upstate New York. She woke me early on a Saturday morning, and since the other guys were going, I had to go. Vastly hungover, I slept in the car, woke to discover I was in a tiny airplane, a snide and mocking instructor reminding us
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