I was walking to my truck, sucking soda through a straw with my camera slung over my shoulder Memorial Day evening in Boothbay Harbor. I saw a crowd gathered at the far end of the parking lot. They were all staring at a brown lump of dirt on the ground near the curb. Being an […]
Susan Robbins invited me. I didn’t really know her but we went to the same high school. I kind of know her husband, and it turns out I used to work for her sister. Plus, she grew up in the same neighborhood as an old girlfriend of mine. So, how could I say no? I […]
I left my house in Portland Friday at the crack of noon after packing and tying up some loose ends with work. I was to meet a couple of fellow sidecarists (Thomas and John) at the Phillips Memorial Preserve near Oquossoc later in the day. But first I had to ride to Bath to pick […]
I got the word one day in February 2011 that he was gone. I was shooting a committee hearing at the State House. I was in the well, on the floor in front of the horseshoe-shaped arc of lawmakers’ desks. It came up on my iPhone. I wanted to cry, to get out of there, […]
I caught up with Maine-based zombie surf band, Thee Icepicks, at Geno’s Rock Club on Congress Street in Portland last night. I learned a lot, but not where the extra “e”comes from. If I had to guess, I’d say outer space.