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Happy Mother’s Day From Maine

Falmouth Foresides, Maine 1957 My mother in bliss. A summer afternoon with her kids and my father. We were a happy family. Then now and forever. I’m on the far right. 8 years from my first beer. Happy Mother’s Day. We all had one. A mother. Not a beer.

Zombie Strippers / Kelly’s Heroes Drive-In Double Bill

My parents exposed their children to the magic of cinema at the Cornish Drive-In in Maine. The screen faced the pine forest and the owner’s house served as the concession stand. The grandmother sold salted popcorn and bottles of ice-cold Coke from the porch and her son worked the projector housed in an old chicken […]

THE SOUTH SHORE TO MAINE by Quentin Sprague

Late summer I am sitting at the 169 with Peter Nolan Smith. He comes from New England. Same as me. Franny Fitzpatrick hit the beach at the Bay of Pigs. Hull fried clams Boston. Boston. Talk heroin. Not a joke in New England thanks the Big Pharma. Boston Boston. Quincy Quarries. They were a boy’s […]

Make Mine Rare

Last Labor Day weekend in Maine my brother-in-law and I had several discussions about whether it was better to BBQ with charcoal or gas. The world’s leading leisurologist voted for gas and I bowed to the swami’s greater savvy on this subject. Some subjects you have to leave to the experts.

THROWING LIKE A GIRL by Peter Nolan Smith

My introduction to baseball came in the early spring of 1958. I was sittingMy father dragged me away from our Zenith black-and-white. My favorite show, THE THREE STOOGES, was on the TV. Even a six-year old boy knew better than to resist a man his size. “Too nice a day to waste in front of […]