Sunshine Larry, the library park cat. Overdue book fines have plummeted since Larry’s arrival.

Hard tell'n not knowin. Took her to the bean suppah upta the Grange. Ain't she cunning, got done with me faster than your step brother at the Yahd.

You should stick to the girls on the ‘burg. Good Maine women there, Bub. Warmth in the wintah and shade in the summah. Finest kind, Bub.

Our downtown drug store, the type where the pharmacist, John, would deliver a Rx to your home at night because your kid has an ear infection.

Pickleball is all the rage with Maine seniors. I know nothing about it, but assume this is involved.

A short story in two parts set in a tiny village in Maine.

If a dog escapes in Bath, 40+ people will not only know the dog, but have strong opinions on whether he’s the goodest boy or a menace and also everything the dog’s owner has done wrong since kindergarten.

Bath City Hall lit up the Paul Revere Bell last night. I love our little city.

Slava Ukraini

While Susan Collin’s has done much for BIW, the Yahd workers are going to suffer much more under the Trump policies she’s endorsed. This was her carrot on a stick.

My mega MAGA Mom is mistaken for Janet Mills on a monthly basis. Proud of Janet Mills for standing up to a tyrant and excited for my Mom to find out how horrible Maine MAGA people can be when it’s targeted at her.

This is from a Bath man doing important work in Laos. The USAID freeze has hit them hard.

The Yahd

When River Bottom Video closed in Bath, I wept. When the one Redbox in town went still, frozen in a gentler time, I laughed and borrowed a Blu-Ray from
the library.

The vibes at The Cabin were off the chart tonight.

Is it even Thanksgiving if you don’t bake up this squishy gold? Made in Paris, Maine (not to be confused with the one in France)

Moody’s Diner in Waldoboro, because I think depression era food is going to make a comeback.

The HOA’s on all these new Fairy House Developments are getting pretty strict.
Sebascodegan Island:Maine

Hamilton Sanctuary, in Bath Maine. An excellent place to either disassociate or fully embrace the overwhelming feeling of dread.

1854 the Know Nothing Party sent a message to the Irish and French immigrants in Bath by burning down the South Church. My, how times haven’t changed.