On Friday, July 12, the twenty-second Maine International Film Festival begins its ten-day run. With films spanning nine decades and six continents, there's something for nearly everyone.
Portland has the museum childhood home of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow in the center of town. I discovered another poet's home in Raymond, that of Nathaniel Hawthorne. And this summer, I discovered a third Maine poet this summer: Louise Marie Bogan of Livermore Falls.
The Luckiest Boy
The fishing day came and the two men busied themselves loading the fish rods, bait pail, their own lunch boxes and so on into one of father Clifford's green Rangley rowboats that he normally rented to others. Lee always had use of them at will, but had asked Dad if we could use the one with the newest 5 horsepower Johnson, as it would idle really well for trolling slowly.
Every year I am struck by how many of our visitors are here because of the youth camps, which bring in not only the kids but also their parents. Some of these camps have been on our lakes for more than a century, and many of their alumni have retired here. Even camps that don't exist anymore have sizeable populations of alumni that have settled permanently in our community with friends they have known for decades.
On a tree-lined road in Oakland, up a short driveway, there is a small building that invites those in search of adventure, hospitality, and refreshment to taste some unique wines and spirits and discover how local entrepreneur Bruce Olson produces the best in locally-sourced and locally-brewed products, provides a fascinating product narrativem and wins international awards.