Thoughts on property taxes
Dear Editor;
Thanks to Trey Stewart for trying to help us old residents by limiting our real estate taxes in the future.
Dear Editor;
Thanks to Trey Stewart for trying to help us old residents by limiting our real estate taxes in the future.
As promised so many weeks ago, here is the second part to my most recent Northern Yarn regarding my fascination with old buildings.
I have spoken before of my career and of the honor of working with those who were visually impaired or blind. Each precious encounter I experienced in itself was a life lesson, and from time to time I am inspired to share some of these “yarns” with you.
To the editor:
The one bad thing about walking in the morning first thing is it’s so darn early. As a result, when I first head out the door, my body is still partially “paralyzed,” my mind is in a bit of a fog and my eyes are filled with “sleepy seeds,” as my mom called them.
Upon bringing home our newly adopted husky named Dexter, we had planned that his “dog house” would be the garage attached to the house.
To the editor:
My mother walks every day, no matter the weather (although she draws the line at icy conditions). For the past few years, she and some friends have regularly walked at the Houlton Visitor Center.
Recently, I attended a White House signing ceremony for three bills I championed to help ensure that America’s veterans receive the benefits, resources, and recognition they earned through their service to our country.
Presque Isle Historical Society is occasionally asked why we have a trolley. Obviously, the first answer is that it is great fun. The second part of the question is does Presque Isle really have any history of trolleys? The answer to that is yes.
To the editor:
As former County residents, our return visit was met with an unexpected surprise. We were invited to a guided tour of the Stockholm Museum, a town in which my wife was raised, where she spent much of her youth, harboring many happy memories.
To the editor:
What is happening? The price of gas is falling. Has anyone tried to catch it? I haven’t heard the “Oh, oh, oh, oh, the price of gas is falling” from the politicians and also the public, like they did when the price was going up.
To the editor:
In my last letter I mentioned how every spring when my older brother, Kevin, and I were kids, my dad, who was usually all work-minded, would pack us up in the Volkswagen van and head to Little Fall Brook Lake in the Allagash.