We are Daisy Troop 462 from St. George. On March 30, we went to the transfer station and learned about recycling paint. You can recycle paint now. Do you have any paint lying around? If you live in St. George please take your old paint to the Transfer Station. Thank you.
On one of the first warm mornings of spring, as I sat out on my back porch watching the mighty Megunticook flow briskly past, a bird flew upriver and perched in a nearby tree. My brain vaguely registered a roundish brown bird—dove, perhaps, or thrush?
Pot warp. That what it’s called. Fishermen who only call their lobster traps “lobster traps” and never say “lobster pots” still say “pot” warp. It’s rope for lobster pots…uh, traps. It’s just a name, and the name’s not so important.
Many readers probably were not surprised to learn the Snow Bowl and Ragged Mountain Recreation area have cost the Town's taxpayers nearly $750,000 more than was approved. Many had their suspicions. But only Chris Morong did something to find out the facts.
So this week we’re going to talk about creamed asparagus on toast. Don't stop reading! I say that because I mentioned creamed asparagus at work the other day and the three or four people who were within hearing distance turned up their noses and went “eeeuuuu.”
I profoundly hope that Maine will become the seventh enlightened, leadership state to legally acknowledge the right of our residents — in the terminal or final stages of life — to choose to die with dignity, on their own terms.
When I was a kid baked beans were a pretty common Saturday night dinner. Not B&M, not Bush's, real homemade baked beans. My mother made them fairly regularly for Saturday nights after a day on the slopes.