John Alfred Poor got frostbite and pneumonia on his grueling trek to bring trains from Canada to Portland.
He can turn a steaming, red-shelled carcass into a mound of mouthwatering meat in just a few seconds.
The sailors came back one night, three weeks later, with a 6-pound cannon. They fired it into King’s house.
Before she was 20, at a time when women weren’t trusted to vote, she rode a motorcycle to stardom on the wall of death.
There’s still two remnants of Union Station you can see in Portland today. Part of the train shed made its was to Thompson’s Point. What’s left of the old clock sits in a glass case in Congress Square.
“What happens to all the good stuff if it doesn’t get remembered? What happens to all the good square dances, what happens to the pot lucks?”
He used the three cents in his pocket to buy three newspapers, which he sold on the corner at a profit. By the end of the day, he had nine cents. When he died, 71 years later he was worth $174 million, which is $43.2 billion in todays cash.
They knew the song cold and sang with gusto. I was shocked again. “We’ve been practicing on it for a week now,” said Paige Desmaris, one of Davidson’s pupils.
He wanted to see his son, Elwood, before he died. He was the only family Modoc had left. His wife and two other children had already succumbed to disease.
Highland Lake covers 623 acres and straddles Falmouth, Westbrook and Windham. At its deepest, there’s 67 feet of water.