Columns

I was 20, traveling in a van caravan with fellow students to study the geology and ecology of the West. By random chance, I was sharing a bench seat in a van across the endless plains of Kansas with a person who quickly became my No. 1 fan.

It seems unfair that our truncated summer is winding down, but the change of seasons is immutable. Many look forward to the fine weather and glorious colors of autumn, despite the cold season to follow.

I may be showing my age, but I remember The Brothers Four singing "Try to Remember" on television years ago. Whether it was on "The Ed Sullivan Show" or "Hootenanny" I can't recall.

A bit before sunup on a cold day in February 1964, I was opening up the co-op for the start of daily business. I didn't expect many boats that morning since most of the fishermen had taken up their traps for the winter.

Do you have a question about Harpswell? Maybe your question doesn't rise to the level of "news," exactly, but you're curious nonetheless.

Last week, I met with the Anchor's seasonal news intern for a training on ethics in journalism. I consider it the most important topic to review with young journalists.

Kuplink! Kuplank! Kuplunk! It's blueberry picking time in Maine! And while the summer season got off to a soggy start this year, blueberry fans can get a dose of the illustrated variety at the Curtis Memorial Library in Brunswick regardless of the weather.

I am sopping up a little gas I spilled on the garage floor while filling up my chainsaw. The rag came from the family rag bag that my wife Allison manages.

I've been thinking about my personal brand and the signals I put out, some intentional and some not, that tell people who I am. I love Chips Ahoy because they're chock-full of chocolate chips, they taste great, and every cookie delivers every time.

I loudly slapped closed the cover on my laptop, startling my housemate working in the recliner next to me. Jerked out of whatever she was working on at the moment, she snapped, "What was THAT?"