What Maine Does

  The photo above is for comparative purposes only. The actual subject of this entry looked more like this: ...or perhaps this: At any rate, what follows is hardly true other than to say that we had a stray cat problem and now we don't. I shall never forget the haunting sound that stirred Nan (aka TLOTH, The Lady of Two Harbors) and me from our slumber one night last week. It was an eery combination of high-pitched moaning and guttural gurgling. It was loud enough to wake the dead. And Buddy. "There are only two creatures on Earth capable of making that horrible sound," I whispered to a terrified Nan. "What are they?" she asked, the panic rising in her throat. "Me after a three-putt and a stray cat," I answered confidently. "And I never golf in my pajamas so I think we have our answer." I was already transforming from my preferred persona of a mild-mannered gentleman golfer to the steely-eyed, deadly calculating big game hunter, a role I have...

  Well, here we are, about to celebrate another joyous Thanksgiving in 2023. It seems like just yesterday we were celebrating Thanksgiving, 2022. It certainly doesn't feel like 400+ years since we celebrated that first Thanksgiving in Plymouth. Time just flies when there's turkey and stuffing involved. So much has happened since last Thanksgiving, it's hard to know where to begin. Let's leave aside Trump's five indictments and examine the infamous Stockton Springs Thanksgiving of 2022. Warning: this is a painful event to revisit. Faithful (and most likely bored) readers will recall that in August of 2022 Nan, aka TLOTH (The Lady of Two Harbors) purchased a lovely townhouse in the village of Stockton Springs, Maine. You couldn't find a more perfect Maine summer getaway if you tried. Sitting atop a 150 foot cliff overlooking mighty Penobscot Bay, the townhouse spoke to Nan's generous heart. "You should come here in November for Thanksgiving," the tow...