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“I think the point of tonight is just to get people together and help people get to know each other by learning and sharing with each other, the languages that we speak.”
If everyone was treated equal / ’n respected for their way, / there’d be no color lines! / We’d overthrow RAC-ism / and the Triple K!
TGIF from the BDN Portland office on Congress Street, where we are still digesting turkey and pie and are looking forward to venturing forth into a weekend of festivities. What we’re talking about Tonight the holiday tree comes to life in Monument Square, Maine State Ballet’s “The Nutcracker” steps off at the Merrill Auditorium and […]
After a quick high-five, the plush varmint got back to work, training for an appearance in the three-mile, Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade.
It’s not officially a holiday tree. Just a tree.
The organizer wanted to do something tangible to comfort and reassure anyone who felt marginalized by Trump’s campaign rhetoric.
November days are short. The sun never gets very high. It’s like an all-day sunset. After a long weekend, following a seemingly endless election week, I hit the pavement on foot today looking at the light and the people moving through it. This is what I saw.
Starr Sarabia is the guy you’ve seen in Congress Square talking with, kissing and feeding the pigeons. People call him the Pigeon Whisperer.
In the Western Cemetery, there are hundreds of unmarked graves. It only hints at the number of people in the ground.