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Column writer Lala Dinsmore bikes up one of the Islesboro roads, with a gorgeous view behind her.


by John Walsh

Call me a cock-eyed optimist, but I seem to have some nearly unreasonable expectations for the New Year which begins tonight at the stroke of Midnight. Why am I so keen to greet Little Oh Three? Maybe it's because Oh Two has been so damned good to me. It seems to have gone by in a blur of good times with the Shelburne Babe here and abroad. There was the Elderhostel bike trip to Italy and Austria in May followed by the visit to Copper Canyon and Cabo San Lucas in Mexico in ...

Poof Tardiff

Poof Tardiff Once Upon a Berlin Time Gilbert Block Fire (Part 1) Hello fellow Berlinites. Our Main Street has been plagued with numerous major fires. One of the first recorded fires on this street that made the newspaper headlines, was the complete destruction of the Gilbert block in April of 1892. At this time, all the buildings on Main Street were made of wood. My research shows that this block stood across Mechanic Street from where ...

Lala Dinsmore

I will quote an intriguing Christmas poem written by good friends of mine who live in Wilmington, Delaware and who will soon be leaving in their Fifth Wheel to camp in Arizona for the winter. I changed the poem a bit to keep in better meteric form) See if you feel the same way Janet and Frank do: "The night before Christmas: I can't get to sleep. (That's always the case when I love what I eat!) Grandkids are nestled in beds far away With sugarplums dancing in gorgeous ...

Ithaca Bound

As the needle for drawing blood made its little sting entering the vein, she asked pleasantly, "Have you ever thought about going back into teaching?" "No," I replied smiling," I'm quite happy doing what I'm doing." The short tube filled with my blood, a bit of gauze was put over the tiny puncture, held in place with a piece of tape, and I was on my way. The question lingered, though; and, as 1 drove off to finally have some breakfast, I began ...