CONNECTION TO BIDDEFORD

The city of Biddeford is at the base of my entire life, et pourquoi, pas?

My family has been here for four generations. This is where I was raised and educated. My grandfather was an English teacher at Biddeford High School.

This where I met my wife. We were married in St, Mary’s Church.

We bought a home on Lamothe Avenue. Our kids went to Biddeford schools.

This where I work, managing a media outlet that is hyper-focused on Biddeford news and feature stories.

My wife was twice elected to serve on the Biddeford School Committee. She was then twice elected to serve as an at-large representative on the Biddeford City Council.

I ran former Mayor Alan Casavant’s first and second campaigns for the mayor’s seat.

During my time as PR consultant, I also represented Biddeford businesses and nonprofit organizations. When I cut myself, my blood runs black and orange.

I grew up here . . .

We lived on the top floor of a triple decker on State Street, directly across from a now shuttered shoe shop that has been turned into cut-rate apartments.

I shit my pants as a second grader at the former John F. Kennedy Memorial School near the corner of Hill and West streets.

I was regularly beaten up by other kids on Quimby Street whenever I was willing to risk the walk to Sevigny’s Market — a placed that reeked of sliced bologna and ripe fruit — for a pack of gum or a candy bar.