Roch Angers’ defeat signals the obvious in Biddeford

A once predictable city is changing so fast that it’s hard for me and my fellow dinosaurs to keep up with the shifting landscape

Fifteen years ago, what happened in Biddeford on Tuesday would have been unimaginable . . . but in the context of today’s Biddeford, Roch Angers’ brutal defeat for a seat on the York County Commissioners board was quite predictable.

Both Roch Angers and Doris Ortiz were good candidates; both former city councilors who ran good campaigns rooted in mutual respect and the highest of ideals.

But in the end, it came down to a battle between the new and the old.

And from where I sit, that election result only further demonstrates a somewhat obvious truth.

BIG WINNER — Doris Ortiz — a native of Chicago who came to Biddeford seven years ago — handily defeated an established, heavyweight Biddeford politician for a seat on the York County Commissioners Board.

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The times, they are a changin’

There has been much talk lately about a changing Biddeford. The conversations that are driving a newly cemented – not yet solid narrative are taking place in coffee shops, social media mumblings and in traditional media stories across the state.

The former mill town, where a dying breed of Franco immigrants still wear their hearts on their sleeves, is slowly (and somewhat stubbornly) waking up to an exciting future with new energy and potential.  But as it is with all change, it is simultaneously terrifying for those who were quite comfortable as the city’s gatekeepers and keyholders.

The new narrative portrays Biddeford as a jewel in southern Maine, wedged conveniently between Boston and Portland with light rail and easy interstate access.

I think it’s bit too early to declare that new narrative as dominant, but I do think there is an undeniable truth that can longer be avoided.

This is no longer your father’s Biddeford.

I do think there is an undeniable
truth that can longer be avoided.
This is no longer
your father’s Biddeford.

From time to time, I offer my opinions on who I think are the driving forces in the Biddeford-Saco community — my hometown, where I was born and where I will likely die.

Who are the city’s most influential residents? Who are the movers and shakers?

Today — despite paying very close attention to local politics — I have almost no clue about who the local heavyweights are or what is driving them and their quest for power and influence.

I am a dinosaur with waning energy and my own set of historical biases. I am facing extinction, but that’s just the way it goes. It’s unavoidable. And it’s also fascinating to observe.

To all you young whippersnappers who think you have it all figured out – just wait 40 years. This dynamic of change is not isolated nor does it happen in a vacuum.

Goodbye, Mulligan’s. Hello, Sacred Profane.

ONLY A MEMORY — an iconic mainstay that catered to Biddeford’s working-class residents closed its doors permanently just last month. | Randy Seaver photo

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Where we were before

From my perspective — as a journalist who has been covering this community on and off for 30 years – Biddeford’s socio-political climate has experienced a seismic, irreversible shift and that earthquake isn’t ending anytime soon.

Whether you like it or not, it’s time – even as a new Charter Commission begins its work to determine our city’s future governing policies – for the old guard to step aside and acknowledge the obvious.

In short, it’s time for many of the former socio-political heavyweights to wake up and smell the coffee.

Biddeford’s socio-political climate
has experienced a seismic,
irreversible shift and that
earthquake isn’t ending anytime soon.

While this may be perceived as good news by those under the age of 45, it is causing some angst among older residents who never saw the change coming – or at least were reluctant to understand that they have been incrementally losing relevance over the last 20 years.

But as much as Biddeford has changed, some things remain as constant reminders of the city’s unique culture and history when compared to other Maine communities.

Despite a wannabe belief in mutual cooperation that extends across the Saco River, many Saco residents still hold Biddeford in certain disdain.

A LIGHT MOMENT — Biddeford Mayor Liam LaFountain and Saco Mayor Jodi MacPhail share a laugh during a recent Chamber of Commerce event at Biddeford’s historic City Theater | Randy Seaver photo

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Though carefully layered and presented, the old narratives of Saco’s disdain for Biddeford are still playing out – best evidenced in social media commentary regarding the current tension between the city of Saco and Thornton Academy.

There is a notable distrust of Jeremy Ray, a Biddeford-based school superintendent who also oversees public schools in Saco and the neighboring town of Dayton.

Despite the obvious cost-savings and improved efficiency offered to taxpayers on both sides of the river, Ray is being portrayed as a “spy,” somehow infiltrating the pristine and oh-so-beautiful city of Saco, a city that will soon come to terms with many of its own – though not rigorously discussed – internal challenges.

For now, — as Biddeford wrestles with the damage done by years of mismanagement by its former city manager (and his accomplices of mayors who were much more worried about their own place in history than the city’s well-being) many Saco residents can sit back comfortably and continue to sneer and laugh at those who live on the other side of the river.

And please don’t tell me that dynamic of insults and condescension from Saco is the stuff of legend or working-class resentment.

Spare me. I grew up on the right side of the river. I know all the jokes that are told – still today – about the city of Biddeford.

Back to Biddeford.

A MUCH YOUNGER REPORTER was even then fascinated by Biddeford’s political machinations. The Lincoln Mill clocktower in this photo is not the only thing that has disappeared from the city’s landscape.

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In the late 1990s –before Biddeford’s current mayor was even born — when I first began covering the city of Biddeford as a journalist — the community wasn’t much different than it was when I was growing up here in the 1970s.

Yes, the mills were slowing down and marching toward inevitable death – and yes Woolworth’s, McKenney and Heard Hardware and Butler’s were long gone — but Biddeford was still recognizable.

In the late 1990s, the Biddeford-Saco Chamber of Commerce and La Kermesse were the heavy hitters – the so-called golden calves that were treated with kid gloves by Biddeford’s political leaders – and even by the media.

Today, both of those organizations are struggling to remain relevant and influential.

Today, it is the non-profit Heart of Biddeford that gives pause to local politicians. Even questioning that organization can land you in a social solitary confinement. (I’m bracing, even as I write this)

To their credit, the Heart of Biddeford has done some amazing things, leading the transformation of a downtown that fell deep into neglect and pessimism once the last blankets came off the assembly line.

But in the 1990s, just uttering the Dutremble surname caused political wannabes to pause in their tracks. That family had become Biddeford royalty, quietly guiding and shepherding the city through many storms.

In those days, a political endorsement from any member of the Dutremble family – Babe, Duke or Richard — carried gravitas and an almost certain guarantee of political victory.

But despite an endorsement from Richard Dutremble, Roch Angers — a once venerable lion in the dangerous jungle of Biddeford politics — only slightly defeated fellow Democrat Doris Ortiz in the Biddeford primary.

Ortiz – a former Biddeford city councilor and now resident of Arundel – rolled over Angers almost effortlessly in the neighboring towns of Arundel, Kennebunk and Kennebunkport.

How did that happen? Easy.

Meet the new boss

A NEW BREED OF YOUNGER POLITICIANS are taking the reins in Biddeford. Mayoral candidate Liam LaFountain and City Council Candidates David Kurtz, Jake Pierson and Dylan Doughty — all successful in their 2025 bids for public office — were unknown 10 years ago. | Randy Seaver photo

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Angers was stymied in the other towns simply because of his address. It’s not hard to understand why voters in Kennebunk or Kennebunkport would much prefer a candidate from Arundel than Biddeford.

Angers’ political roots go back decades. His support among the old guard is quite storied with tales that trace back to his family’s small South Street market.

Make no mistake. Angers still has muscle and political clout. If you don’t believe me, just ask former mayor Marty Grohman.

But like me, and some other old-timers, Angers has the intellect to see and acknowledge Biddeford’s inevitable shifting landscape.

Ortiz came to Biddeford seven years ago. She left her post at Biddeford City Hall just weeks before the bomb exploded and the city was thrown into governing chaos.

Ortiz is smart, passionate and committed. She will likely be a good and responsible county commissioner. But think back to 1976 – or even as recently as 1996 – who would have ever believed then that openly gay candidates could defeat more traditional candidates —— in Biddeford?

FOR THE FIFTH YEAR in a row, Biddeford celebrated the raising of the PRIDE flag on June 1. Such an event was not held in the neighboring city of Saco. | Randy Seaver photo

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The elections of House Speaker Ryan Fecteau and Doris Ortiz clearly signal a new era and a big change in a former mill town’s once predictable political trajectory.

When I started covering Biddeford politics, the following names were completely unknown and thus, irrelevant. But those individuals are — today – (beyond doubt) rising political stars (Delilah Poupore, Sayeed Zafar, Abigail Woods, Leah Schafer, Sam Pecor, Patrick Conlon, Loren McCready, Sterling Roop and Cat Bates).

The rising national appeal of Graham Platner is sucking all the oxygen out of today’s news cycle, but I respectfully submit to you — that same political phenomenon is also embedded at the local level – right here in Biddeford.

P.S. Ortiz’s term as a county commissioner will take place in four years, the same exact time when her Arundel neighbor Henry Ingwersen will be facing term limits for his state senate seat.

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We were only freshmen

I launched Parke’s career in journalism. He paid me back in spades, launching my career in public relations. It was really nice to start making decent money

Send Lawyers, Guns & Money…

God smiled upon me, and I was able to cap off my much-ballyhooed, mini vacation in the best way possible last night, spending time with my good friend Parke Burmeister.

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Parke and I have known each other since 2003, and he reminded me last night about how we met.

Parke had graduated from Colby College but was killing time, working in construction with dreams of someday being a reporter.

He had tons of enthusiasm but zero experience.

He went to the Press Herald. No dice.

He drove up to the Lewiston Sun Journal. Another rejection.

He was living in OOB, and –undeterred, still chock full of naive enthusiasm — stopped by the offices of the weekly Biddeford-Saco-OOB Courier on a Tuesday afternoon.

At that time, I was the managing editor of the Courier and three other weekly publications owned by Mainely Newspapers, Inc., then owned by David and Carolyn Flood .

What Parke did not know — and what most people did not know — is that Tuesdays were the Courier’s weekly deadline day.

That said, what most people — within 100-mile radius of Biddeford — especially our editorial staff — did know and accept was this:

You don’t fuck around with Randy Seaver on Tuesdays.

Laura and our kids embraced that reality.

I already had a reputation for being grumpy, short-tempered, impatient, brash, arrogant and opinionated.

Just your run-of-the-mill news editor, stressed to the max under a looming deadline and fueled by 36 gallons of coffee and at least two packs of Camel non-filters (I have since quit smoking).

The news staff called me “Chief.” I was a demanding, overbearing perfectionist prick (as it should be in a newsroom)

I made novice reporters cry and more experienced staffers angry and resentful.

I expected everyone around me to also work no less than 140 hours per week.

The news staff called me “Chief.” I was a demanding, overbearing perfectionist prick (as it should be in a newsroom)

So when I was called from my office to the lobby, I was predisposed to being a self-righteous asshole, full of sound and fury.

But I saw something in Parke. Something that intrigued me.

I also thought of all the editors who made me cry when I was a rookie; men like Bob Melville and Harry Foote, both of whom gave me a shot and just a sliver of encouragement.

I don’t remember all the details, but Parke does.

Here’s what I allegedly said in a terse and unforgiving manner:

“Okay,” I huffed. “Here’s the deal. There is a school board meeting in Old Orchard Beach tonight.

“Go there and write a 450-word summary. I’ll publish it and give you a byline as Staff Intern.

“That way, the next time you bother an editor on deadline, at least you’ll have something to show them.”

According to Parke, I then turned away with a huff and retreated to my office.

And that was how it started with me and Parke.

I launched his career in journalism. A few short years later, he played a huge role in launching my career as a political/policy consultant at Barton & Gingold.

Parke fixed my toilet. Laura and I traveled to Cape Cod for his wedding.

RIDING THE MERRY-GO-ROUND | Parke with my wife, Laura, in Old Orchard Beach, Summer, 2005

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I have had the distinct honor and privilege of watching Parke’s growth and success for nearly 25 years.

Today, Parke owns and operates a boutique law firm in Portland. He is raising two funny, beautiful and smart daughters.

These are the kind of friends you want.

These are the kind of friends you need.

When friends like this call, you drop everything.

LAST MEN STANDING from Barton & Gingold, a highly regarded public policy consulting firm that was sold and dismantled in 2016. (Left to Right) Tobey Williamson, Parke Burmeister and me after breaking my arm at Moosehead.

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I am so fucking lucky because I have a small handful of other people in this same category.

We had so much fun last night. So many laughs. These are the moments that matter

All The Young Dudes, Redux

An aging news editor still enjoys writing about the young punks who are now taking over his hometown of Biddeford

It’s really very cool being the editor of a community newspaper in a small town like Amity, Mass. – – oops . . . strike that . . . Amity (which means friendship) was a fictional town in the 1975 blockbuster Jaws.

I am not Harry Meadows, the fictional editor of the fictional newspaper — the Amity Gazette — in the fictional town of Amity, Mass.

I am Randy Seaver, the editor of the Biddeford Gazette, the community news organization that covers the city of Biddeford, a city that just feels fictional sometimes.

I must admit, I often channel the overweight, impatient and ass kissing Harry Meadows, a journalist who often blurred the lines between news and opinion and had his head permanently stuck up Mayor Larry Vaughan’s ass.

“Come on guys, I need a picture for the paper . . . stand together. Come on, I need a picture for the paper.”

Newspaper Editor Harry Meadows (far right) listens as Mayor Larry Vaughn (center) schools Amity Police Chief Martin Brody about the inherent perils of these “local waters.” Photo | Jaws Wiki Fan page

If you haven’t figured it out yet, I am a Jaws superfreak fan, and yes – that is why I named my own media outlet the Biddeford Gazette, inspired by the Amity Gazette.

But I digress, like I often do – especially when I forget to take my meds.

RYAN FECTEAU | Then and Now

So, this particular cool story is about State Rep Ryan Feacteau of Biddeford, the man who today serves as Speaker of the Maine House of Representatives.

I first met Ryan more than a decade ago, when he was nothing more than a snot-nosed, young punk looking for votes and name recognition.

Today, not much has changed.

Fecteau is still a snot-nosed young punk looking for votes and name recognition, and I am still an overweight, grumpy news editor.

(Relax. This is satire)

On a more serious note, I have been impressed by Fecteau’s meteoric rise in Biddeford’s political circles.

Although Fecteau and I sometimes disagree on specific policy issues and initiatives, there are a few reasons I really and honestly like him.

He’s smart. He’s funny. He is passionate and hardworking.

But the main reason I like Ryan is because we are kindred spirits. We both care passionately – to our core – about the city of Biddeford and its people.

What I wrote about Fecteau on my blog in 2016

All The Young Dudes (Part One)

“ . .  .Fecteau began what will probably be a long and notable political career by actually winning an election as one of five people elected to serve as a commissioner on the city’s charter review commission.

“The charter commission is not much more than a group of dorks who want to sit around and debate whether the city’s bylaws should include more semicolons.

“There were seven slots available and only five candidates on the ballot, so it’s not like Fecteau proved himself to be a tactical genius.

“But you still have to respect a kid who is willing to tinker with the city’s charter when most young men his age are doing more important things like getting laid or drinking beer.”

What I wrote about Fecteau almost a decade later (2024)

The Top-20 Political Movers and Shakers in Biddeford

“The Number One Position. Numero Uno on the list of the most influential politicians and policy wonks in the Biddeford Saco area . . .

If you’re a political junkie, you probably saw this coming from 10 miles away. Ladies and Gentlemen; boys and girls, I present to you, Ryan Fecteau.”

So, there you have it.

In 2016, I predicted a 20-year-old kid was going places as a politician.

Less than one decade later, that ambitious Charter Review Commission Candidate became the third-most powerful person in Maine’s state political arena.

And I crowned him as the most influential member of Biddeford’s political community.

If you live in Biddeford – and if you are politically ambitious – maybe you should stop by the City Clerk’s office and pick up nomination papers for the upcoming charter commission.

Who knows what will happen next.

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Samples of my previous reporting and columns I have published from Mr. Fecteau:

OPINION | Ryan Fecteau | ICE Enforcement activities do not reflect Maine values

            Biddeford Gazette, Feb. 12, 2026

NEWS | Fecteau’s Housing Bill gets bipartisan approval

            Biddeford Gazette, June 22, 2025

NEWS | Court puts Fecteau in national spotlight

            Biddeford Gazette, May 21, 2025

NEWS | Fecteau want to return to Maine House

            Saco Bay News, Jan. 27, 2024

OPINION | I Wanna Hold Your Hand

            Saco Bay News, All Along the Watchtower, Nov. 10, 2023

OPINION | Meet the new boss, same as the old boss

Lessons in Mediocrity, Dec. 15, 2024

INTERVIEW | RYAN FECTEAU by Randy Seaver

            Saco Bay News, Jan. 24, 2023

OPINION | All The Young Dudes

            All Along the Watchtower, Feb. 18, 2012

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR | Randy Seaver is still an overweight, grumpy and bald news editor living in the not-so fictional city of Biddeford, Maine. To this day, he is terrified of swimming in the ocean. Send him your news and dieting tips by email | randy@randyseaver.com

Reporters are not supposed to be friends with the people they cover — especially government officials . . . I broke that rule

I am feeling so sad.

I just learned from a reading a story in Saco Bay News that Bill Johnson – a former mayor and city councilor — recently passed away at the age of 92.

This news leaves a hole. I regret losing touch will Bill.

He was such a kind and wise man, and he always offered sage and measured advice. I first met him almost 30 years ago after he had just been elected to transition from serving as a Ward One councilor to becoming the city’s mayor in 1997.

He was a new mayor, and I was a new reporter in Saco, despite having grown up in that city.

Bill took me under his wing and offered me advice with his warm grin and elder-statesmen sense of discipline. He was always quick to smile and had a deep laugh.

He said he was happy to be working with a reporter who had a long and personal connection to the city.

We reporters are trained to not become personally connected to the government officials they cover, but I could not help myself.

Bill was just so decent, kind and patient — a perfect grandfather of sorts. He leaves behind a legacy of public service, a love for his community and a reputation for hard work and dedication to his family.

Bill was one of a kind; a man equally comfortable in a suit and tie at some government function; or wearing a flannel shirt and wandering Saco’s northwestern rural and pastoral neighborhoods.

Bill was just so decent, kind and patient —
a perfect grandfather of sorts

The late 1990s were not the best of times for Saco. There was plenty of political tension, and Bill’s job as mayor was anything but easy.

The city was still rebounding from serious and consequential financial difficulties, but Bill was the right leader at the right time. He was quiet, measured and thoughtful. He never spoke an unkind word about anyone.

Bill Johnson will be missed . . . by me and by everyone who ever had the good fortune to cross paths with him.

Godspeed, Mr. Mayor.

May you eternally rest in peace, Bill and may your memory never be forgotten, especially in the city you loved.

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR | Randy Seaver is the editor of the Biddeford Gazette. He also was a reporter who covered the city of Saco from 1997 to 2006 for the Biddeford-Saco-OOB Courier and as a freelance reporter for Saco Bay News from 2023 to 2024.

NOTE: Some photos in this story were used without expressed permission. Those photos are attributed to their original source, but may be removed, if necessary.

DISCLOSUSURE | Randy Seaver’s stepsister, Jodi MacPhail, currently serves as mayor of Saco.

Originally published by the Biddeford Gazette

An Open Letter to My Daughter

March 15, 2026

Dearest Marlee,

There is an old saying in journalism that you should never bury the Lede (lead). You should always say the most important stuff at the top.

I have broken that rule time and time again, most notably — and regretfully — when it comes to my communication with you. I hope someday that you will forgive me, but maybe I need to forgive myself first.

No matter what. No matter what happens in the future, No matter what you do, say or accomplish, there is just one universal truth: I LOVE YOU and I am so fucking proud of you.

That’s the lead, Marlee. That’s what it’s important. That’s what I most want you to know. That’s what I should have said so many times before today.

My youngest kid | Marlee Kidman

For reasons I cannot explain, I suddenly bolted wide awake in the pre-dawn hours of the new day. I had an epiphany, and it was all about you . . . and your brother.

Look, I don’t necessarily agree with every decision you have made, but I am so proud of your courage. I admire your strength and resolve to live your life as your true, authentic self.

You are one of the smartest people I have ever met. You are incredibly creative, and you have a knack for making me laugh with your jokes and your quick wit.

You are braver and more determined than I could ever imagine when I was your age.

Your work ethic is admirable, and the way you treat your friends demonstrates your true nature as a kind, loyal and generous person.

But none of that matters as much as this, Marlee | I love you. I will ALWAYS love you, and I am proud of you without any condition or expectation.

My love for you is a choice. A choice I make freely. I don’t need you to like me or forgive me. I just choose to love you. It’s just that simple.

I know that I have disappointed you. I know that I have hurt you — but I hope you know that it was never my intent. I wear those mistakes around my neck like chunks of Kryptonite. I desperately pray that God will forgive me

I am flawed, and I am working to be better. I believe that most people I know are in the same boat. But that fact does not excuse some of my reckless words and actions.

My love for you is a choice. A choice I make freely. I don’t need you to like me or forgive me. I just choose to love you. It’s just that simple.

As I begin my 62nd trek around the sun, I can assure you that the most satisfying and rewarding accomplishment in my life is the fact that there are two decent, kind, funny, hardworking people traveling the Earth — and they both call me Dad.

That is the most awesome title I have ever held, and I apologize for every one of my failures as a parent.

Let me say it again for the cheap seats: I love you, and I am proud of you.

Forgive me for burying the lead, and I pray that you can receive this note as I intended.

All my love,

Dad

We’ve lost a journalist’s journalist

Cutis Robinson | Aspen Daily News photo

I did not know Curtis Robinson. He was only a few years older than me, but he was a notable, old-school journalist who got to hang around with my idol Hunter S. Thompson.

According to a recent feature story in the Aspen Daily News, Robinson was a journalist’s journalist: “dogged and irreverent kind of journalist — the type who wouldn’t take BS if it was served on a silver platter and knew a government meeting was good material if you could write about it with verve.”

Robinson’s sister lives in South Portland. Our condolences to his family and friends.

Is the Gazette biased against UNE?

From the March 7 issue of the Biddeford Gazette | Reader levels charge of news bias, editor disagrees

By RANDY SEAVEREditor

A former Biddeford resident who now lives in Ada, Mich., recently sent an email to the Biddeford Gazette complaining that we have been “unfair and biased” toward the University of New England.

In his March 6 email, Bernard Roy – a 1971 Biddeford High School graduate – expressed disappointment regarding the Gazette’s coverage of issues connected to UNE.

Roy specifically raised concerns about our March 5 story | Was Sen. Collins misled by UNE?

Roy also expressed outrage that the Gazette “ignored” a letter-to-the-editor he sent to us on Feb. 28, somehow missing the fact that his letter was actually published by the Biddeford Gazette three days later, on March 2, 2026.  LETTER | City is Treating UNE Unfairly

The Gazette regularly and frequently publishes a high volume of news focused on the city of Biddeford. Thus, it is understandable how Roy could have missed seeing his letter published on our site.

The Gazette strongly encourages and promotes transparency and reader feedback regarding our coverage. Go here to submit your own letter

In the interests of transparency and full disclosure, the Gazette is sharing its unedited emailed response to Mr. Roy today, March 7.

“I would advise you to tread carefully before you accuse me and/or the Biddeford Gazette of any negative “bias” toward the University of New England.

1.) We did, in fact, publish your letter to the editor on Monday, March 2, which coincidentally was my birthday and a very busy news day. Here is the link to your piece in the Gazette: LETTER: City is treating UNE unfairly – BIDDEFORD GAZETTE

2.) I did feel compelled to attach an “editor’s note” to your submission. I know that you grew up in Biddeford and graduated from Biddeford High School (Class of 1971) so I was quite surprised that you would complain about how poorly your sister was treated by parking enforcement at Goose Rocks Beach. Most Biddeford folks know that Goose Rocks Beach is located in the town of Kennebunkport, not in the city of Biddeford. I also was left scratching my head, trying to figure how that particular incident has any bearing on the issue at hand . . .

READ THE REST OF OUR RESPONSE HERE

Revenge of Bi-Polar illness

Exhibit 101: Why I regularly blog about my own mental illness and stigma

You may remember him from his classic role as Lewis Skolnik in the 1984 film Revenge of the Nerds. But what you probably didn’t know was that actor Robert Carradine battled with bipolar disease for nearly two decades.

Photo: Wiki Fandom

This week, Carradine, 71, died from suicide. It’s important to talk about this stuff. It’s important to break-down barriers.

It’s important to end stigma.

If you’re struggling, reach out. Get help. There are resources. You can learn more by visiting my blog and checking out some local resources.

You will be missed, Mr. Carradine. Rest In Peace.

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR | Randy Seaver is a nearly insufferable malcontent living in Biddeford, Maine. He is a veteran journalist who has been annoying politicians, pundits and his peers since 1981, when he served as an unpaid student intern at the former Journal Tribune. He is the editor and founder of the Biddeford Gazette, a non-profit digital media outlet that focuses on the city of Biddeford. Send your praise or angry comments to randy@randyseaver.com

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Unsolicited advice for a young candidate

Although I am no longer working as a political/PR consultant (Thank Christ), I still find the subject matter intriguing, especially when it’s literally taking place in my own back yard.

Today, I am pretty much consumed with running the Biddeford Gazette, a non-profit media outlet hyper-focused on covering the city of Biddeford.

As part of our ongoing news coverage, the Gazette is beginning its coverage of this year’s various legislative and county races in the Biddeford area.

I am currently working on a preview piece about the race in State Senate District 32, which includes Biddeford and its surrounding communities of Arundel, Dayton, Hollis and Lyman.

The seat is currently held by Henry Ingwersen, a nice enough guy and a retired beekeeper from Arundel.

Ingwersen — a Democrat who is hoping for a third consecutive term — serves as chair of the Health & Human Services Committee and also serves on the Agriculture, Conservation and Forestry Committee.

Ingwersen is today facing challenges from at least two lesser-known candidates, Jason Litalien, an unenrolled Biddeford attorney and political newcomer John Salamone, a Republican who recently moved to Hollis from Portland.

I personally know both Ingwersen and Litalien, and I will be writing much more as we continue the march toward the Nov. 2026 election, but today I’m focusing on the reportedly brash GOP candidate trying to make a splash in the sleepy hamlet of Hollis,

According to his social media accounts, Salamone is a “digital creator,” just like thousands of 16-year-olds on Tik-Tok.

His campaign website is fairly standard: it’s clean, easy to navigate and provides detailed information about the candidate’s policy concerns. But there is one rather glaring, missing piece of information: There is no contact information. Zip. Zero. Nada. Zilch.

Do digital creators just communicate via telepathy?

If you’re a candidate for public office, don’t you want the media — and voters — to be able to contact you?

Look, let’s get real. I’m an old-school hack born on the cusp between Boomer and Gen. X.

My own websites — this blog and the Biddeford Gazette’s landing page — are both rather perfunctory and pedestrian– not a lot of pizazz. Web site design is not my forte, but I do know enough to have a visible “Contact” link.

Call me old school, but most people still enjoy using email, telephones and text messaging.

Finally, on a somewhat unrelated note, who is advising this guy? His campaign photo shows him scowling and not looking at the camera (translated: not looking at potential supporters) He comes across as an angry millennial about to kill the neighbor’s dog.

Like I said at the top, my days as a campaign consultant (an 82.3% win ratio) are behind me. So, what do I know?

Good luck to Mr. Salamone, but maybe you should try cracking a smile and don’t make it so difficult for us pesky journalists to contact you.

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Randy Seaver is a nearly insufferable malcontent living in Biddeford, Maine. He is a veteran journalist who has been annoying politicians, pundits and his peers since 1981, when he served as an unpaid student intern at the former Journal Tribune. He is the editor and founder of the Biddeford Gazette, a non-profit digital media outlet that focuses on the city of Biddeford. Send your praise or angry comments to randy@randyseaver.com

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‘Nooner’ sleeps with the fishes

Dammit! Feeling devastated. I just learned (via social media) that my best friend in Oregon, Tim “Nooner” has died.

This one really hurts

It was the early 1990s. I lived alone in Portland, and often felt isolated, nearly 3,000 miles away from my family and friends.

Tim and I were co-workers, he was a semi-reformed hippie with a hearty laugh and a wide smile. He had an awesome sense of humor and was a skilled woodworker, originally from Eugene, Ore.

He was a few years older than me but took me under his wing and befriended me almost from the first moment I arrived as a transplant from Nashville, Tenn.

The first thing he said to me was, “you don’t talk like a southerner”

I told him I was originally from Maine. He lit up. “That’s fantastic!” and then gave me a bear hug.

He introduced me to The Acropolis, a local steakhouse that was also a . . . (If you’re from Portland, you know where I’m going with this.) I was blown away. It became a favorite haunt.

Tim and I would passionately argue about politics. He was pretty far left and struggled with my Libertarian perspectives, but man we had a good time.

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“You can’t go through

life broke and bald.”

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He accompanied me as I explored Oregon’s coast during long weekends. I fell in love with Cannon Beach and Lincoln City. It always felt so weird to see the sun set on the ocean. It took me a while to get used to that.

It was during my time living in Oregon that I wrote my first novel (self-published). The Upper Deck Dreams. Tim read an early draft and said he found it fascinating and troubling.

“You need to lighten up,” he laughed. “We need to get you laid.”

A little more than a year after I arrived in Oregon, Tim was helping me pack. “You need to go home,” he said. “Keep writing and do your best to make more money at it.” You can’t spend the rest of your life broke and bald.”

Fuck. I miss you Tim a.k.a Nooner. Give the angels hell, my friend.

P.S. I’m still bald and broke, but having lots of fun

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