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Tuesday, May 23, 2017
Wednesday, May 10, 2017 11:34 AM
I’ve grown very fond of my rain jacket during the past few weeks. It’s a typical yellow slicker, slightly too long in the arms, and when I wear it, as I have nearly every day, I become a well-protected turtle. The real turtles . . .
  • Well, they did it. At its April 17 meeting in Connecticut the New England Fisheries Management Council reaffirmed the economically vital place that lobster fishing has in this state by exempting lobstermen from . . .
  • On one side of the small park four teenage boys practiced synchronized moves to the sounds of The B-52’s 1979 hit “Rock Lobster.” On the other side, a set of eight young people moved through an intricate Mexican folk dance . . .
  • My younger sister has red hair and fair skin. Born 18 months after me, she passed through a period as a toddler referred to with awed reverence in my family as a “difficult” time. Long months ticked by during which my sister balked at the . . .
  • I’ve always had a mixed relation to formality. On one hand, I was taught to address people older than myself as Mr. or Mrs. until they told me otherwise. On the other hand, I’ve never had trouble asking questions of just about anyone . . .
  • th, the coast of Maine was a little blah this year. The landscape looked like the grey, brown and black scenes of my youth in Rhode Island, where winter . . .
  • When I was a pre-teen I hung out with a few female friends. We walked to middle school together and gossiped with each other at lunch hour. We were a mini-pack. It was fun to be part of a group. One morning the gossip was about . . .
  • My eyes are misbehaving. The morning starts clear and sharp but by mid-afternoon the computer screen grows hazy. The words in the book I’m reading begin to blur. I rub my malfunctioning orbs to clear the film that seems to coat them . . .
  • Bad dreams have always troubled me. They take the form appropriate to my age and general level of anxiety. When I was quite young, it was Frankenstein waiting to grab me from around a darkened corner. When I was in college . . .
  • Yes, it’s getting a little nippy outside. Our hemisphere is tilted as far from the sun as it will be this year, the jet stream is drawing bitter air down from Canada, and the wind off the ocean is fierce and strong. Without my wool socks . . .
  • We have enjoyed a remarkably mild fall on the coast this fall. That’s probably not surprising, given that we just had a remarkably warm and dry summer. Personally, I have no issue with keeping the house’s heat off for a while . . .
  • It was a beautiful afternoon. The sky was an unblemished blue and Rockland Harbor was as flat as an ironed sheet, a perfect afternoon for a walk on the breakwater. After all, I had waited in line for some time to cast my vote . . .
  • You can tell a lot from a person’s fingernails (don’t look at mine!). Fingernails are made of a tough protein called keratin (from the Greek keras, meaning horn). If you are suffering from anemia, your fingernails may be white at . . .
  • Despite the date on the calendar, the sun was strong on my skin this weekend. As a warm-blooded creature, I don’t need the sun to stoke my metabolism but, boy, it sure felt good. That same sunlight is kicking off a . . .
  • A long time ago I had a friend named Fred. We were students at the same time at the University of Rhode Island. Fred was married to Carol. He loved her, sailing and whales. In the course of his field work on humpbacks he spent . . .
  • The proclamation last week by President Obama of the new Northeast Canyons and Seamounts Marine National Monument in New England protected 4,913 square miles of the Atlantic Ocean at the southern edge of Georges Bank . . .
  • On a local radio station recently a commentator stated that herring stocks are overfished. Overfishing has led to the current shortage of herring for lobstermen’s use as bait, he continued. His statement was incorrect. . . .
  • He faced his future with some trepidation. The fact that his father held his hand didn’t seem to matter. The water moved. It pushed aggressively against his 2-year-old ankles. Then there were the waves, rising up an inch . . .
  • Earlier this month, on the western coast of Wales, an onshore wind pushed thousands of blue jellyfish, called Velella, onto the region’s shore. Velella have a comb that floats above the water which acts as a sail, sending . . .
  • I encountered two men recently who did not believe that the Earth’s climate was warming. One was a mild-mannered man from drought-stricken California, the other a vehement summer resident of Maine. . . .
  • And now it’s mid-July. This weekend the annual North Atlantic Blues Festival takes place. Blink and it will be the Friendship Sloop Days, then the Maine Lobster Festival, then Labor Day and, before you know it . . .
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