William Prescott — A friend and mentor to many

William Prescott — A friend and mentor to many

This is a column I write occasionally titled, One Life Downeast. It is all about one person’s life lived Downeast. I was fortunate not only to know Bill Prescott but to count him as both friend and mentor to me and my family. Our daughter graduated in 2008 from...
When someone leaves

When someone leaves

When someone leaves, their absence remains. It floats like fog upon the water, seeking a place to sit and dine with friends, family and the community. And when the meal is over at the table of life, people head home to other lives, other responsibilities while that...
Here an island

Here an island

Rigged lines pull taunt, coax a perfunctory billow of sail Once received, never to perish Wind perhaps or my own breath? Maybe both The sea rises again and again, pushes, pulls, leaving me here, taking me there, now everywhere; horizon mocks, tells stories, calls me...
A conversation with Jasper Beach

A conversation with Jasper Beach

There is an almost perfect concave-cupped cove in Machiasport that will listen to your thoughts. It has been here for eons of time. Its shore is covered in stones of all size, shape and color. There is no sand here, only brightly polished stones of granite, red...
Needing to be tough in a fragile world

Needing to be tough in a fragile world

I first heard the term “The Greatest Generation” from television journalist and author Tom Brokaw’s book. After some study I learned that it was first used by a general upon retirement addressing Congress after having led the Eighth Army in World War II and the Korean...