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.
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.
Malcolm Williams — who was married to the equally famous Florence Reed — was caught swimming in front of his place by a patrol boat.
It was supposed to be a project for the ages. In reality, it never turned a profit and now most of it has vanished.
This is the twisting, two-decade-long tale of how Portland’s Monument Square statue came to be.
His diplomatic work consisted mostly of drinking, smoking, dancing with ladies and waving from trains and carriages.
His biological mother was black and, most likely, a slave, owned by his father.
The 40-odd acre, oaken oasis wasn’t always so quiet. It’s the site of the Battle of Deering Oaks.
It was still dark. The only other things moving about were hardcore runners on the Back Cove trail and mosquitoes buzzing around my noggin.