Rangeley town manager quits after four days
I love the scene this sets: “I quit!”
“Who the hell are you?”
Cutler gets nod on environment from Muskie’s son
I like this one, too.
Cutler: “So, how about that work I did on the environment?”
Muskie’s son nods.
Voters urged to reject pot
Me, I’d rather see a high turnout.
Share your selfie!
A bold advertisement placed on the Sun Journal’s website. Call me cynical, but it seems like we’re just asking for trouble here. I think we’ll be getting off easy if all we get are 100 photos of young women making duck faces in their bathrooms.
P.S. to SJ staff
I sent my selfie under the screen name StormStud111. Wait’ll you see what I did with the shower cap.
Hot stuff
Marianne, a wonderful woman who should obviously be queen of something, sent along an L.L. Bean thermos in response to my strategic whining last week about cold coffee. The thermos is a beauty and it keeps my coffee lip-scalding hot for hours and hours. Winner, winner, chicken dinner. Now, as a journalist, I really shouldn’t accept gifts, so the right thing to do would be to return this item with the appropriate expressions of gratitude. And I’ll do that, right after this steaming cup of joe, or possibly after the next one. You know what? I lost that thermos. Let’s just forget about this whole thing, waddaya say?
War is peace
Iraq, Syria, Afghanistan, Yemen, Pakistan, Somalia, Libya . . . Surveillance cameras on every street corner and drones on the wing. If you haven’t read Orwell’s “1984” now is the perfect time to pick it up. If you HAVE read it, read it again. It gets more chilling by the hour.
Don’t strop til you get enough
For no real reason at all, I constructed my own strop out of scrap wood, an old strip of leather and some polishing compound from Home Depot. Everything in my house, including butter knives and the cat’s tail, is now razor sharp and deadly. It’s gotten to the point where I’m trying to strop ballpoint pens and, on one crazy night, my left pinky toe. If you need an apple peeled, my friend, I’m your guy.
Hee hee
Doesn’t “I’ll peel your apple” kind of sound like a come-on? *wink, wink*
1985
The KC Royals are going to the playoffs. The last time this happened I was a senior in high school working at a gas station and a hot dog stand and had an 18-year-old girlfriend who had somehow become pregnant. I drove a Chevy Vega that belched blue smoke and had a cassette player where the radio used to be. Springsteen released his “Born in the USA” album. “Back to the Future” and “Cocoon” were in theaters. Gas was just over a buck a gallon and we complained about it. Bruno Mars was born. My point? It’s been a long wait since those glory days and this playoff season will probably kill me. I’ve enjoyed getting to know all of you people. Except you. You’ve been terrible.
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