The city of Biddeford is a lot of things; among them it is a college town that is home to the University of New England, a liberal arts college nestled along the banks of the Saco River. In numerous conversations this evening with city election clerks and poll workers, I heard repeated stories about record … Continue reading Play that funky music, white boy!
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Tainted Love
There was no way for us to know then what we know now, but tonight we will jointly walk down memory lane and . . . It's impossible to finish this sentence because there is no way for any of us to predict the outcome, to know how each of us will react to the … Continue reading Tainted Love
Take me to the river
When I was a boy I saw things much differently. I perceived the world as it involved me, a selfish perspective that clouded reality. I remember my days as a paper boy, delivering the Portland Press Herald along a route that stretched from my Franklin Street home in Saco, down through Maple Street and onto … Continue reading Take me to the river
Fear and loathing in Biddeford
There are two basic ways in which human beings make decisions. Either we act based on our fears, or we respond to our visions and dreams by planning -- if only in incremental steps -- for our future.For more than three decades, those of us who live in Biddeford have wrestled with the dilemma of … Continue reading Fear and loathing in Biddeford
Promises in the dark
Just moments ago, Mitt Romney did what he does best. He chose the safe bet and once again fumbled the ball in his quest to be the next president of the United States. Mitt ended all speculation by announcing his choice of Paul Ryan as his running mate. Of course, the right is thumping its chest, joyously … Continue reading Promises in the dark
A hard day’s night
This evening, a 30-year saga in Biddeford may finally come to a close. The Biddeford City Council will vote in just a couple of hours on a proposal that calls for purchasing and closing the MERC facility, a trash-to-energy facility located in our downtown area. The 7 p.m. meeting will be held at the Biddeford Middle … Continue reading A hard day’s night
Ain’t nothin’ but a party
Thirty years. Where does the time go? A couple of weeks ago, I took a seat on the patio at the Run of the Mill restaurant in Saco. It was a beautiful weekday afternoon, and the sun was slowly setting against the backdrop of old mill buildings struggling for new life in a new world. … Continue reading Ain’t nothin’ but a party
A slow turning
Our relationship has always been somewhat strained. There is an edge, a certain wariness. Something that neither of us talk about. Sometimes, we just struggle through it. But more often than not we just let it hang in the air, a cloud of mistrust, fear and the evolving realization that we are more alike than either of us … Continue reading A slow turning
What’s the frequency, Kenneth?
President Barack Obama is on a roll. After nearly four years of "evolving" on the issue of gay marriage, he finally caught up to former Vice President Dick Cheney. As expected, there has been much media hoopla about Mr. Obama's sudden profile of "courage" regarding this very controversial social issue. But is all the praise deserved? Not … Continue reading What’s the frequency, Kenneth?
First blood
Hell hath no fury like a politician scorned, or so they say.... Enter State Senator Nancy Sullivan, the self-righteous, semi-retired English teacher who desperately wants to keep her state health insurance and can't accept the terms of Maine's term limits law. Sullivan is being forced from the senate because of term limits, so now she wants … Continue reading First blood
NOTES TO CARL | LESSONS IN MEDIOCRITY 