Fresh from my humiliation over the State Record Muskie, I am preparing another crow pie. However, this one I’m going to put in the freezer until Norton Bretz gets back from Hong Kong, because he knows more about all this than I do anyway, and I cling to the hope that I’m not altogether wrong, […]
Nora Metz is a tiny ball of fire. She just celebrated her 93rd birthday, and the whole north end of Torch Lake was over at Mar DeTar’s for the festivities. I’ve been interviewing Nora, gathering her stories, looking at her lovingly tended mementos. One day I’ll tell you a lot more about her life, which […]
The wind piles dry leaves against a fencepost. Branches cracked away from old oaks and beeches litter the ground. Deer trails disappear into the woods. Wild turkeys come here for the beechnuts and acorns. Coyotes come for the wild turkeys. I’ve come for the stories. I spent a cold gray afternoon last week at Bayview Cemetery, listening. […]
Scott Thomas (Views Infinitum), a photographer from the lake district of western New York, made an assignment: Water, he wrote, moves, stands still, creates and destroys. Capture it. Around here, the water has pretty much captured us. It’s our livelihood, our passion, our cradle, our place of rest. And below the surface there are echoes of our […]
The Cowboy, unclear on the concept and fresh from a scolding, felt that he was pretty good at vexing and volunteered for the job. However, a vexillologist, I have learned, is a flag expert, and that’s what I need. I have turned from puzzling over George Martin to puzzling over the design and provenance of […]
Last night I found George Martin, the Civil War soldier for whom Post 227 G.A.R. in Eastport was named, and whose name is stenciled on our Mystery Flag. Here’s what I’ve pieced together so far. [August 5, 2012: I’ve learned a thing or two in the last three years and am adding some updates.] The farm […]
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