This isn’t just the season of fighting frozen pipes and doing battling with a snow shovel. There’s also quiet beauty in the deep freeze.
Well, it’s over. My year of looking into Portland’s history, week-by-week, has come to an end. It was a lot of work to pull it together ever week but it was so worth it. I learned a lot and had a ball doing it. Now my noggin is stuffed with obscure facts about this city. […]
Taking a gander at what I’ve done in 2017, I can hardly believe I had time for it all
He doesn’t remember the crash, his flaming motorcycle or the people who found him lying in the road hours after his accident.
You’ve probably seen the painted rock in front of the lighthouse tower. Here’s the story that goes with it.
Lincoln’s assassin was an actor who previously performed in Maine, where audiences loved him.
The revenue cutter lay at anchor in the harbor with almost no one aboard. Her skipper died the day before from a heart attack. Most of her crew was ashore on leave, yucking it up at the local taverns.
They’d stood in knee-deep ocean water for most of that December night. It was a miracle they’d survived.
Due to his ruthless legislative tactics, his political opponents called him “Czar Reed.” They meant it as an insult but Reed liked the nickname just fine.
In 1860, he traded whiskey for 897 human beings. Half of them were children.