Monthly Archives: November 2009

Homeless, hungry may have tough winter from Cali to Maine

It is not a long stretch to believe that the poor, hungry and homeless from Maine to California will have a rough winter because there are just fewer people able to give a buck here and there to charities trying to help a growing legion.

I think I got small peek at that image as I came out of a Target store in Stockton, Calif., last night. Just outside the door was a man collecting for some charity. I have seen him there before, but the hand-lettered sign always threw up a red flag for me so I nodded at him, glanced to the ground and picked up my pace as I walked to my car.

But as I neared it, a man perhaps in his 60s or 70s and weighing in at about a buck and a quarter, approached. He was wearing faded jeans, a tattered baseball cap and a sweatshirt not thick enough to ward off the chill of the November night. He had a worn and worn out quality.

I do not recall what he muttered to me, but I could tell he was asking for money. I told him that I could not give him anything; I did not bother to tell him I had been laid off for the past nine months and that I was at Target to get just basics, including a couple of candles to use at night to help keep down the electricity bill.

The guy – he may have glanced at the two bags I was carrying or just at his feet – apologized again and again for having asked me for a couple of bucks and shuffled off. I got into my car, started the engine and glanced over to see the wisp of a man bending at the waist to talk to someone sitting in a car; he was asking the occupants for a couple bucks, too. Again, no luck.

I feel horrible that I could not give him a few dollars, but I have not seen a paycheck in a couple of months and money is tight. (Please, friends, do not send money; “money is tight” is far from having no money at all. I am getting by on a shoestring and a prayer, as they say, but I am getting by. For now.) I just do not have the money to give to complete strangers. I know that sounds cold, but …

After I got back at my apartment I thought about getting back in my car and driving back to the Target parking lot to find the guy and give him a buck or two, money I could not really spare. Or a meal. But I did not.

I never have been big on giving money to panhandlers, especially since one sort of burned me last year. A guy stopped me as I was driving out of the very same Target’s parking lot and gave me a story about his car being out of gas and being unable to drive his family back to his Tracy home. I gave the guy a $5 bill and thought nothing of it. Until months later when the very same guy stopped me in another nearby parking lot and gave me the very same sob story. I told him that I recognized him and that he had given me the very same story about six months earlier. He denied it at first, but then quickly walked away and out of the parking lot. I suppose he thought I would call the police on him.

I am pretty sure the fella last night was not a professional panhandler like the guy from a year ago. That makes me feel worse for not digging into my pockets for a couple of crinkled bills.

Or he could have been just better at his con.

For years I used to send monthly checks to Habitat For Humanity. It was not about the religious message of the group, but the whole idea of giving worthy needy families a roof over their heads. I stopped sending money to the organization when things got a bit tight financially a couple of years ago. I later got a new job that paid better and I could have restarted the donations, but I did not. I do not know why, I just did not.

It is likely that charitable nonprofit organizations will continue to have a problem rising funds the rest of this year and into the next. Unemployment still remains high and many businesses remain at the brink of failure, meaning that individual and corporate giving likely will be lower than normal.

Once I get a new job and get back on my feet I will be more willing to find a way to give to a nonprofit or volunteer for an agency. At least, I hope I will.

Since being laid off I have looked for work in a couple of different fields, including for nonprofits. I have been visiting Idealist.org and other nonprofit job websites every other day or so to check job postings. I also have read some of the online articles on the website and a few months ago bought and read “The Idealist.org Handbook to Building a Better World: How to Turn Your Good Intensions into Actions that Make a Difference.” It has not made me into a bleeding heart, but the past couple of months have made me realize that I want to make something better of all this, even in a very small way. I am not sure how – yet.

Giving a few bucks to a panhandler may help that person in the short term, but there may be other ways to help by giving money, in-kind donations or time. This is how you can help if you are able:

Maine Attorney General: Get some tips on making donations before giving money, in-kind donations or time. Always check out a charity before giving money, property or time.

Charity Vault: It provides links to charities based on categories and communities. Be sure to check each charity before giving money, property or time.

Maine Charity Network: This is another clearinghouse of links to charities, most of which are global. This might not be the best place to look if you are looking to give locally.

Idealist.org: This is, according to its website, “an interactive site where people and organizations can exchange resources and ideas, locate opportunities and supporters, and take steps toward building a world where all people can lead free and dignified lives.” It is a very good spot to start. Search “maine” and links to more than 500 organizations pop up.

Friendship a bit better with wine, beer

You gotta love this story.

Voters in a Maine coastal town, one that has been bone dry since 1919, voted to allow the sales of beer and wine. Not liquor and not on Sundays, but it is a start for Friendship, Maine.

Years ago I was the best man in a wedding held in Texas. I am not sure how it is today, but I seem to recall that we had to drive into Arkansas to buy beer because we were staying in a dry county. I toasted the bride and groom with iced tea because the rehearsal dinner was in a dry county.

Years later I was the best man in another wedding. It was not in a dry county. That was better.

Maine voters narrowly repeal same-sex marriage

Supporters of same-sex marriage may be tending to wounds today after voters in Maine narrowly repealed earlier legislation that gave gays and lesbians the right to marry.

But after they pick themselves up and dust themselves off, they should look to build on the positives that came from the campaign for equality for gays and lesbians. This was merely one of many battles to be waged and one day gays and lesbians will be given the same rights associated with marriage that heterosexual couples enjoy.

The Portland Press Herald is reporting on its website that unofficial results show that voters on Tuesday approved Question 1 on the Maine state ballot by 53 percent to 47 percent. The Yes on Question 1 camp did not receive a mandate and they came close to losing in their bid to back discrimination.

Same-sex marriage supporters are vowing that they are in the fight for the long haul. While this loss is a setback, they intend to continue the fight for civil rights and equality. And they should.

The Maine State Secretary of State website does not seem to have the results posted, yet, but I am not surprised the results were so close. Mainers take their voting seriously; voting turnout was expected to be more than 50 percent. That is not bad at all for an off-year election.

Maine voters are cautious and conservative, but hugely independent by nature. Many of them may have been swayed by arguments from either side of the issue. They also may have been put off by state lawmakers and Maine Gov. John Baldacci for passing and signing the law in the first place, not because of the law itself, but because lawmakers had the audacity to pass and sign the law. I may be well off the mark, but Mainers might have been far more willing to let same-sex marriage stand if the law had come as a citizen-back referendum rather than from the state Capitol in Augusta.

It will be interesting to see how this issue continues to play out and what influence it has on the rest of the nation.

Same-sex marriage issue drives Maine voters to polls

Here is a link to the latest update on the election in Maine where a ballot issue could confirm earlier legislative action giving same-sex couples the right to marry or, if Question 1 on the ballot is passed, kill same-sex marriages in Maine.

The Maine secretary of state told the Portland Press Herald more than 50 percent of the state’s voters were likely to turn out for the election. Most of that very impressive turnout, he told the Press Herald, has to do with the same-sex marriage issue.

Note: Just a reminder that the time stamp is for Eastern Standard Time.

Maine man hunting eight decades gets his first moose

The story in yesterday’s Lewiston Sun Journal about Mr. Eugene Dackmine lends support to the positive influences of outdoor life on longevity.

Mr. Dackmine, who will turn 92 next week, last month bagged his first moose in 82 years of hunting. And the Lisbon, Maine, man got a turkey a week later. That’s all rather impressive.

I am not a big hunter, but bagging a moose might be fun. My cousin Cindy got one a few weeks ago. If I was up to speed already, I would post the photos she e-mailed to family and friends. She was disappointed that it weighed only 650 pounds. That’s rather impressive, too.

I am not sure if there is a solid connection, but read my moose story. The town where I grew up had a railroad landing and the freight train would come around the lake to transport products to and from the nearby lumber and pulp mills. And every so often a moose would attempt to stand its ground against a locomotive.

Moose are big, powerful animals, but are not particularly near the top of Mother Nature’s intellectual food chain. Moose typically are a few pine cones short of an L.L. Bean decorative seasonal basket, if you know what I mean. Believe it or not, they always seemed to fail in the train vs. moose matchup. Go figure.

As I recall, the regional game warden, who lived just down the hill from where I grew up, would be dispatched to collect a moose hit by a train. His wife used to work as a teacher’s aide and in the cafeteria of the school.  A day or so after the moose had been collected, the lunch menu at the school always seemed to include a deliciously meaty stew.

Now, I am not saying absolutely for sure that the stew contained moose, but if it was moose – and all these years later, I have to believe that it was – the meat was very, very tasty.

Congratulations to Mr. Dackmine.

One-room school on Maine island

At a time when school districts in California and elsewhere are increasing the number of students in classrooms and closing down schools because of low enrollment (really, that’s not an oxymoron), this Portland Press Herald story about a one-room schoolhouse on a Maine island struck me as interesting. In many ways, this is a portrait of how beautifully simple life in Maine can be.

The Cliff Island School – I believe the story said it was one of five one-room schools in Maine and one of 200 left in the nation – has a handful of students. The islanders and school district worry that the school will be forced to close once a couple students graduate to a middle school on a different island. The district might not be able to justify the cost of the school if more families with school-age students do not move to the island.  

According to the story, the cost of running the school is pretty high, but transferring the students to another school brings up certain planning and safety issues since it would mean ferry rides to the mainland and then a ferry ride to a different island for the school. That would mean ferry rides in some pretty foul weather some days.

A husband and wife make up the teaching team and it appears from the story and accompanying video that it is an idyllic educational and social situation for the children and the community. If I had children I would want them to experience something like this for at least a couple of years.

The first four or five years of my education were at the school in Portage not far from the center of town. It was a bit larger than the school in the story. There were four classrooms, although only three were used for regular classes with two grades in each classroom. The fourth classroom, as I recall, was used for special education, art classes and that sort of thing. There was a multi-use area where we had lunch and where we had recess if the weather was bad outside; it was northern Maine so the weather was pretty bad more than a couple times in a school year. As I recall to my friends who grew up in warmer climates, I walked to school in the snow up hill … both ways.

Outside there was a playground and a softball field. In the winter, plows would push back huge snow banks – at least they seemed huge to grade-schoolers – we would use for forts and playing king-of-the-mountain.

Looking back, it was a pretty good experience going to school there.

They closed down the school years and years ago and I believe the building is now the town offices.

The ferocious flying black fly fleet of Maine

The state bird of Maine is the black-capped chickadee, but it really, really should be the black fly.

I am not talking your average, run-of-the-mill annoying housefly here, partner. I am talking a swarming, diving, ravenous fleet of which there is no parallel and no match. A squadron of Maine black fly has been known to carry off farm animals and lay waste to whole communities. I kid you not.

I have long advocated that the Federal Aviation Administration require the Maine black fly to paint indentifying N numbers on the sides of their bodies.

And file flight plans.

As I have told my California friends for years, I grew up in the Deep Dark North Woods of Maine. To get there required trains, stage coaches, dog sleds and numerous portages. And in that wilderness I lost more than a pint of blood to those flying piranha.

Anyway, in seeking out other blogs about Maine, I came across the website for the Maine Blackfly Breeders Association. The group’s motto apparently is “We breed ’em, you feed ’em.” Or it may be “May the swarm be with you.” The group seems to have more than one motto.

The members of the Maine Blackfly Breeders Association – MBBA to those in the black-fly know – are quite serious about what they do. They have activities, legislation, a song, an online store and an annual convention. Yep, they have an annual convention. They have had 11 of them so far, with the most recent back in February. And the notice promised it was “going to be a fun beat-the-winter-blues, crowd-pleasing time.”

I am sorry I missed it.