As many area residents know, the city of Presque Isle was once the location of the Presque Isle Army Air Field which later became Presque Isle Air Force Base. Much of the land of the base then became the Industrial Park and what is now the Presque Isle International Airport. In fact, the airport terminal […]
To the editor: I plead with the representatives of the citizens of Maine to vote against LD 1619, which would legalize abortion up to birth. It is barbaric to politicize the killing of infants as though it were legalizing a “health” procedure. It is more akin to the sacrificing of living babies in ancient times […]
If you’re not planning on writing a book about your ancestors, is it still necessary to note your sources? The short answer is a resounding yes! I’ve written about this before, but it’s important. If you’re a newbie to genealogy you may neglect noting where you found information, assuming you’ll never need to or that […]
To the editor: I want to make my voice known on the topic of the late-term abortion bill that is being discussed in the Legislature these days. I find the bill extreme and even dangerous to our state.
When someone mentions a cemetery to you, what do you think of? And if they asked you to go walk around in one with them, what would you do?
To the editor: I’ve felt the need to write about the current abortion legislation. So far all I’ve read are reasons to be against it or reasons as to why it’s wrong for Maine. But I have seen nothing defending not only this bill, but the women that it is meant for.
To the editor: I’m reaching out today to let you know about an upcoming vote at the town office and to give you some insights into what I’ve learned about the Pickett Mountain mining project over the last three years.
To the editor: “May 1st saw a historic day of turnout in the Maine Legislature for the public hearing of LD1619, “An Act to Improve Maine’s Reproductive Privacy Laws.”
Opportunity and optimism have started to sprout. One nice thing about living in a four-seasons county is that the attitude transcends the mud and muck of snowmelt. The Star City and its neighborhoods see those first sprouts poke through.
The morning was that milky gray, with random droplets of rain falling clumsily to the earth like heavy particles of mislaid and forgotten glitter. I put my wipers on intermittently, automatically lowering or raising my head in conjunction with the landing of the raindrop.
