For me, it’s hard to know what to think or feel about the recent news regarding former Maine gubernatorial candidate Eliot Cutler. According to several news reports, police allegedly discovered several computer files of child pornography in Cutler’s home this week. Before we go any further, make no mistake about it. Crimes against children are … Continue reading Johnny, we hardly knew ye
Losing my religion
Warning: This post is about politics, God, a dear friend of mine and a chance encounter with my sixth-grade Social Studies teacher. I enjoy talking politics with my friends, even with those friends who adamantly disagree with me or have an entirely different perspective than mine. There are consequences, however. Openly discussing your political beliefs … Continue reading Losing my religion
The Dangerous Type
Four years ago this week, (the third week of February) I was discharged from Spring Harbor, a psychiatric hospital in Westbrook, Maine. It was my most recent hospitalization. I have been in and out of psychiatric hospitals for more than 40 years, sometimes on a voluntary basis; other times as an involuntary patient. I have … Continue reading The Dangerous Type
PLAUSIBLE DENIABILITY: CHAPTER TWO
The sun had barely crested the horizon and already the morning traffic was beginning to thicken. The limousine exited Interstate 93 and rolled seamlessly onto State Street, but still four blocks shy of its destination and running 15 minutes late because of a traffic accident involving a tractor-trailer truck and a Prius. It did not … Continue reading PLAUSIBLE DENIABILITY: CHAPTER TWO
Sick of Myself
Rights without obligations set the stage for anarchy. Obligations without rights set the stage for tyranny. The older I get, the more I wonder about the world, humanity and whether we are making progress or simply marching off a cliff while chanting about our rights, about our individual uniqueness and about being offended. What do … Continue reading Sick of Myself
Twisting By The Pool
A little more than 35 years ago, I found myself working as a volunteer on the Cheyenne River Indian River Reservation in Eagle Butte, South Dakota. Life was good. I had a full head of hair, a smoking hot girlfriend and I was doing my part to make the world a better place by promoting … Continue reading Twisting By The Pool
Werewolves of London
It is a well-known fact that participation in the world of politics – whether it is national, statewide or local -- is often a rough and tumble affair. But here in my hometown of Biddeford, politics is a blood sport and its machinations are not for the faint of heart, those with thin skin or … Continue reading Werewolves of London
Biddeford After Dark | When writing was fun
Biddeford After Dark” is a five-part series of articles that I wrote more than 20 years ago while serving as the editor of the Biddeford-Saco-OOB Courier. According to what I wrote at the time, the purpose of the Biddeford After Dark series was “to explore what was often ignored: what happens in our community after most people have gone to sleep.”
The One Thing
I don’t know what to say about that day, much less what to write about it. What I do know is this: all of us born before 1990 remember exactly where we were and what we were doing on that awful September day 20 years ago. I don’t want to add just another layer of … Continue reading The One Thing
Fire and rain; a tale of two cities
When I was 15, I was sent to live with my uncle Leonard in West Peru, Maine. I would joke with people during my sophomore and junior years in high school that I lived in Peru but had to go through Mexico to attend my classes at Rumford High School. If you have ever been … Continue reading Fire and rain; a tale of two cities
NOTES TO CARL | LESSONS IN MEDIOCRITY 