I had a heated debate about potatoes with my new friend from Idaho. After some shallow soul searching I found a way to find common ground.
I had an epiphany. Living through a Maine winter is similar to participating in athletic events like the winter Olympics. What are the Maine winter games? I’ve touched on seven on them in this humor essay.
On Winter Solstice the sun rose at 7:09 a.m. and set at 3:45 p.m, marking Maine’s shortest day. The clock still ticked through 24 hours, but we groped around in the dark for most of them. Darkness has gotten a bad reputation, associated with evil, fear, and gloom. Apparently I’m missing some depressed brain cells, because living in […]