Who is eager for a court date? Someone with a mission. Haskell describes himself as "the guy with the jet ski, the guy who challenged the jet-ski ban on Lake St. George in Liberty, who took it to the Maine Supreme Judicial Court."
Driving to work the other day, I passed a sign outside a restaurant in Woolwich. "The real Maine starts here!" it announced in no uncertain terms. Oh really?
If you want to start an argument among Mainers and those who love Maine, ask them where Down East Maine begins. Not the bridge in Kittery, but the "real Maine" of picturesque coves where lobsterboats outnumber pleasure craft and pulp trucks rule the highway and people really do say "Ayuh." Call it Mythical Maine, if only because it
93 Townsend offers a modern marriage of flavors in Boothbay Harbor.
Maine's tiniest city makes for a great summer stroll.
Ironic icon: On May 26, the Blethen Maine Newspapers-owned Maine Sunday Telegram ran an editorial cartoon by Steve Meyers criticizing the Maine Legislature for failing to pass ethics rules dealing with conflicts of interest. Directly below Meyers' drawing was a column by editorial page editor John
It's Sunday night, the end of a great weekend in Camden, Rockport, Lincolnville, and Rockland celebrating Maine Fare 2007. Maine Fare is a three-day gathering of some of the state's best chefs, cheese makers, brewers, chocolate makers, food writers, cooking teachers, and food lovers. It's one of those events, like the Common Ground Fair, that makes you happy - well, proud - to be a Mainer.
Here are a few highlights:
Over a hundred people gathered on
It's mid-May, and, for the fourth consecutive year, I'm the last person in SoRo to mow his lawn.
I hate my lawn. It's a twisted, tangled mat of dandelions, stinging nettles, and sumac sprouts. Upon close inspection, you'll find occasional blades of actual grass - mere spindles of delicate green fighting for root space amid the sprawling chaff. For the most part, though, my lawn is a weedy wasteland.
It grows quickly, too. The sun shines unobstructed from a treeless southern sky;
It's nearing 6:00 p.m. on a hot and sunny spring evening in Rockland. High tide is about an hour away, and a small crowd of schooner bums has gathered at the North End Shipyard to watch the show. The Nathaniel Bowditch is about to haul out.
A benefit for the Farnsworth Art Museum, and hosted by Cellardoor Vineyard, will introduce 12 new artists selected by Harold Garde, Eric Hopkins, Alan Magee and nine other Maine art masters.
Welcome to MTWLWLW, our weekly review of the top stories (and some of lesser quality) from around the state. This past week's news was dominated by a couple of bombs - both of them, as it turned out, duds - as well as a new retail rivalry, a scientific debate, a disaster declaration and a court decision on how much of a splash you can make this summer.
The first bomb came in a report that the