School children all over New England collected $17,000 in pennies, nickels and dimes. Their names are in a sealed box, somewhere within the pedestal.
On a winter’s day in 1899, the city of Deering vanished from the map of Maine. It was eaten up by its hungry neighbor to the east that wanted its land and its Republican voters.
The sky was spitting snow over the city before 9 a.m. but it didn’t seem to slow much down.
The city is already negotiating with a buyer interested in purchasing a roughly 7-acre industrial lot on Riverside Street.
Street performing, or busking, for tips is an age-old practice. According to the Busker Street Union, it’s a tradition going back to medieval Europe where local merchants would invite entertainers to their storefronts, plazas and public squares to attract pedestrians and increase business. As far as I know, nobody invited Tim Burns and Joshua LaChance down to […]
Food, especially sweets, knows no language barrier.
I never met photographer Mason Philip Smith. I wish I had, but it’s too late now.
“I didn’t have a problem going out to Westbrook,” said longtime member and West End resident Tonee Harbert. “I know a lot of people did. It was just too far or too inconvenient.”
If everyone was treated equal / ’n respected for their way, / there’d be no color lines! / We’d overthrow RAC-ism / and the Triple K!
November days are short. The sun never gets very high. It’s like an all-day sunset. After a long weekend, following a seemingly endless election week, I hit the pavement on foot today looking at the light and the people moving through it. This is what I saw.