Editor's Note
If you visit the Web site of Red Lobster and type the word Maine into the restaurant locator box, you will discover that the chain is defunct in this state. Now, your response to this news might be, "That's a surprise!" Or alternately, you might say, "Why would there be Red Lobsters in Maine when every
Just when you begin thinking that this "Two Maines" thing is overblown, that maybe we're not such a divided state after all and perhaps Maine's affluent coast might find common cause with the hardscrabble hinterlands of the north and west — just when you begin thinking these things, an ATV collides
When Whole Foods announced last year that it would open a super store in Portland, just blocks from its haute-crunchy competitors Wild Oats and Hannaford, there was considerable talk about how many organic markets the Bayside neighborhood could support. Was there some vast, unmet need for Kashi of which
I didn't grow up in Old Orchard Beach, but the first french fries I can actually remember eating were Pier fries seasoned with salt and vinegar and served in a greasy paper cone. It took only fifteen minutes to drive to Palace Playland from my family's home in Scarborough, so trips to the amusement park
Iam engaged in a long-running battle with a cunning and ruthless foe. My enemy has so far outwitted me at every turn, but I remain steadfast and resolute. I call him Kim Jong Squirrel. My wife tells me I can't possibly be dealing with the same squirrel each time — they all look alike, she says
I was having lunch with a new freelancer a while ago, and we were talking about restaurant reviews. "I assume you get your meals comped," he said. "Nope," I replied. "We always pay our own way." The writer, a seasoned pro with decades of magazine experience, paused over his panini. "Really? Wow, that's
No sooner had we shipped our November issue — that's the one with"Maine's Most Dangerous Jobs" on the cover — to the printer than I suffered my own work-related injury. (No, it wasn't a paper cut.) While hiking in Baxter State Park, doing research for a story, I took a tumble and broke the
We were putting the finishing touches on this issue's cover story when word came in that longtime Down East Books author Elisabeth Ogilvie had passed away at the age of eighty-nine. Her faithful readers will be comforted to hear that she died peacefully at her home in Cushing. The author of forty-six
When people ask me if I have a cat, I usually reply, "My wife does." The one came with the other, and there are times when I don't know which relationship I've worked harder at. My wife found Emma at a shelter, and so we know nothing of her kittenhood, although given the evidence, we imagine it to have
I lived in Brunswick for three years and worked there, off and on, for seven. Brunswick is where I met my wife. We had our first date at a Chinese restaurant on Maine Street. But despite all the years I spent in Brunswick, I have always had a problem describing the town to people. Bowdoin is located
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