From 6,288 feet to sea level… Northern New England again proves to be a summertime gem (whew!)
By Allen Wicken
Here I sit, trusty laptop and steaming cup of coffee before me (and sore quads telling me I may have overdone it once again) on our screened porch. More...
One of those days
L.E. Hughes
I was in the cashier line at Wal-Mart, waiting of course, since that’s what we do in lines, when I noticed I was surrounded by beautiful people. These beauties smiled at me from the covers of the Hollywood magazines. More...
“The steed bit his master; How came this to pass? He heard the good pastor Cry, ‘All flesh is grass,’” this anonymous quote graced the top of Page one of the Oct. 22, 1980, Vol. 13, No. More...