An enjoyable experience
To the editor:
A few days ago my wife and I accompanied our granddaughter to Hub Coffee. What an appealing time we enjoyed.
To the editor:
A few days ago my wife and I accompanied our granddaughter to Hub Coffee. What an appealing time we enjoyed.
To the editor:
The Caribou City Council is considering three options for future broadband service at their next meeting at 6 p.m. on Monday, Aug. 22.
To the editor:
The July 20 Star-Herald was delivered to me today. A front page article about the annual Maine Potato Blossom Festival got my attention.
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.
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.
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.
To the editor:
I had no plans for an addition to my previous letter on walking treasures in the Star City, but this morning while walking a sound came drifting over the lightly fog-laden air that took me back to my childhood.
To the editor:
The morning of the Fourth of July I sat on our deck watching the flags on Main Street that some patriotic heroes had placed.