Tag Archives: Downeast Maine
Remembrances
When people are no longer present to each other, or able – in an unforced way – to walk in and out of each other’s days, the risk is that spatial distance will become psychic distance. That’s when measures of … Continue reading
“Two Views”
“Two Views” This is the aerial view of Narraguagus Bay and the same bay, painted as I saw it from the attic of our old barn. We are back there this week, visiting old friends in Washington County, Downeast Maine. … Continue reading
“Getting Thrown”
“Getting Thrown” One time, in my riding days in Downeast Maine, I went trotting up and down the neighborhood of Back Bay Road in search of the people who owned our right-of-way and shore strip. I needed to find them … Continue reading
Looking Out for Number One
Looking Out for Number One Quoted in full, Rabbi Hillel’s famous saying goes like this: If I am not for myself, who will be? And if I am only for myself, what am I? And if not now, when? Though … Continue reading
“Gossip”
“Gossip” One of Abigail’s Adages – though I have yet to post it – is this: Slander is always believed. Even more so if it’s in print. Jurgen Habermas wrote a book called (forgive me, it’s his title, not mine) … Continue reading