Six-year-old Henry experiences the loss of his first pet.

There we were …. together in the Hamptons.

Ray Shevenell was 74 years old when he retraced the steps of his great-great-grandfather, Israel Shevenell, who had hiked from north of Quebec to the Maine coast in search of a job in 1845. The trek took two weeks, during which he suffered excruciating blisters, but his steely determination got him safely here.

This article just appeared in the Summer TOURIST & TOWN magazine here in southern Maine. Over the years I’ve written countless articles but this is one of my favorites. It’s about a 19-year-old man who walked nearly 200 miles to find a job, trekking from 40 miles north of Quebec to the coast of Maine, in the Spring of 1845.

One of my favorite stories by Maine humorist John Gould

With thanks to T. S. Eliot

I’m happy anywhere I can see the ocean!

Happy July 4th! I think…..

The perfect storm: a back operation, a broken collarbone, and a dog named Beuller.

The 1913 US Open Championship … Francis Ouimet …. and Webhannet Golf Club