It’s over. It’s finally over. It feels like I’ve been shooting nothing but podium people since August. Of course, that’s not quite true. But that’s what it feels like. To Paul LePage: Congratulations. I’ll see you in Augusta, soon. To Mike Michaud: Thanks for giving it your best. I know you’ll land on your feet. […]
The sky was so blue it hurt. Tree leaves, still green, we’re veering to gold. My leather gloves transmitted a touch chill to my knuckles from the autumn morning air. The gravel road under my two motorcycle tires was smoother than most paved secondary roads in Maine. Off to my right, across a rolling, open field, brown cows […]
A year ago last spring, I was contacted by a group of young, New York City documentary filmmakers. They were on their way to Maine in search of the newly-discovered North Pond Hermit. Since the Hermit was currently secluded behind bars, and not in a talkative mood, they were settling for interviews with the panoply of peripheral characters […]
I was at Hadlock Field in Portland on Friday night to catch Rusney Castillo, who just inked seven-year, $72.5 million contract with the Boston Red Sox, play some ball with the Portland Sea Dogs. Portland beat the Binghamton Mets, taking a 2-1 game lead in the Eastern League’s Eastern Division Championship Series.
Tattoos are commonplace in Portland. When the warm temperatures of summer reign and skin is revealed in abundance, you see them everywhere. Full sleeves of intricate imagery creep from shoulders to elbows. Skirts hover above decorated legs and sweetheart’s names blaze across many a sternum for the world to see. But one tattoo stood out […]
The wooden, beer-soaked floor bounced like a trampoline upstairs at Bull Feeney’s under the weight of over a hundred dancers Thursday night while Hello Newman belted hits from the 90s one last time. The popular, and unapologetic cover band has packed sweaty bodies into the historic building at the corner of Fore and Exchange Streets […]