Here is another link to another Portland Press Herald story. It is a nice story about a serviceman donating a kidney to his ill father.
His son, the mechanic, had right part for this job | Portland Press Herald.
Here is another link to another Portland Press Herald story. It is a nice story about a serviceman donating a kidney to his ill father.
His son, the mechanic, had right part for this job | Portland Press Herald.
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Here’s a link to a brief story on Chester Greenwood, the inventor of earmuffs, and the annual festival held in his honor.
http://updates.pressherald.mainetoday.com/updates/maine-town-celebrates-earmuff-inventor
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I spotted this blog entry by media critic Al Diamon on DownEast.com (“Maine editorial writers are an endangered species,” posted Wednesday afternoon) and found it interesting for a couple of reasons. I am a former opinion page editor and columnist who has written a fair share of editorials.
And today I am writing a cover letter and preparing a resume package to be emailed to a newspaper looking for an editorial columnist. I really hope I am considered for the job, because, as I wrote in a draft of the cover letter, “Being an editorial columnist – using varied journalistic skills, broad experiences, well-timed wit, and just plain common sense to inform, entertain, and provide context and perspective – may be the very best job in journalism.”
Newspapers are going through a hard and harsh time just now. And there are plenty of things besides personnel being cut, most notably the space made available for news, features, sports and Op-Ed pages. That is very much too bad for the local communities served by newspapers.
Op-Ed pages, as much as local coverage, help make a newspaper vital and relevant to the communities they serve. Op-Ed pages help define a community and help a community define itself. Those pages – through letters to the editor, guest commentary and other submitted copy – give a voice to a whole community. It is on those pages that you find true freedom of speech.
Being an opinion page editor was perhaps the best job I have ever had and I hope that some day I will again work on those pages at a newspaper somewhere. Perhaps I will be considered for some of the openings Mr. Diamon wrote about at newspapers throughout Maine. That is, when publishers for those publications realize just how important it is to have someone at the helm of those pages.
For those who believe in free speech, of expressing your opinions and allowing others to express theirs, saving newspaper Op-Ed pages is vital. And having someone to run those pages is critical to the success of those pages and readers’ ability to voice their opinions.
There were two general stores in my tiny hometown when I was growing up. My family usually went to Coffin’s General Store – there were gas pumps and the redemption center, and the post office was across the parking lot. You could drop off your empties, pick up the mail, and then find food, beverages, bait, boots, hardware and more.
And usually the latest gossip.
I can recall as a youngster – my chest barely reached the top of the counter at the time – when I tried to charge candy on my parents’ account there and being refused by Mr. Coffin. He did not think my parents would want me charging for a KitKat bar, and he was right. And later, while home from college, I was refused service when I tried to buy beer before noon on a Sunday. My buddies and I went back 30 minutes later – it was 12:10 p.m. by then – and purchased beer for a fishing outing.
Today, only Coffin’s General Store is around; the other store closed some time ago. The Coffin family sold it years ago and there have been several owners since those days when I tried to charge for a KitKat bar. It is up for sale again. Barbara (Cormier) Pitcarin, who baby-sitted me a time or two when I was a child, owns Aroostook Real Estate and its website indicates that the property just listed for $890,000.
Here’s a very brief description from the website:
“Come on in! Charming Country Store – Post Office and Redemption Center. This business provides conveniences to residents, vacationers and seasonal residents in the recreational town of Portage Lake. State licensed liquior store, full menu kitchen offering specialty pizza’s, salads, subs, burgers and FF. Lottery, Souvenior items along w/all convenience store amenities. Kayak & canoe rentals. 4 floors – upstairs is owners living space w/many upgrades, hdwd flrs. Bldgs have been recently painted inside and out. It’s all been done – just waiting for a new owner!!”
If I had the money and a business degree instead of one in journalism, I would be all over it. The property includes the store that is very centrally located with what I must assume are fairly spacious living quarters upstairs. It is on the main drag and across state Route 11 from Dean’s Motor Lodge and the road leading to Portage Lake. It has a view of the lake, for that matter. Someone with the energy, drive and resources could snatch this business up and have themselves in a pretty good position once the economy upticks in 2010. And it will uptick, it has to.
This would not be for someone looking to make a fortune. I doubt it could be had. But there is an opportunity for a good loving.
Listen, the population of the town seems to double in the summertime with visitors to cabins on the lake. In the fall, hunters need to be supplied and their game registered. In the winter, snowmobilers need gas and directions. Motorists need gas all year round and Route 11 is a main north-south road in that region so there is quite a bit of traffic for a very rural area. It might not be a BIG life, but it just might be the right life for the right person or couple.
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I did today what I have done most days since March – visit job websites in the hope that I will find employment.
It is a frustrating and discouraging effort. It is like being repeatedly gut-punched or being shoved off just as you get to the top of the knoll in a king-of-the-hill contest. The frustration and discouragement grows when the stats on my online portfolio show no recent visits or my LinkedIn profile seems to be more like LockedOut with even fewer views than my online portfolio.
The industry that I have worked in the past two decades has been turned on its head, leaving trained and experienced journalists, photographers, graphic designers and more – really talented and dedicated people – without jobs. The tectonic shift in the news industry – most specifically in newspapers – has forced century’s old established and respected newspapers to shutter their doors, leaving those talented and dedicated people to scramble to find employment. That has left whole communities without viable news coverage and, therefore, without viable means for community members to know what they need and should know.
I know, I know, I am not the only one feeling the pain of the recession. Others have been out of work for longer or have lost their homes to foreclosure. But on Saturday it will be nine months since I was laid off; I really never thought I would be out of work for this long.
On a typical day I look at about a dozen job websites for journalism jobs, because I am a trained journalist. I have a degree and everything.
But I also look well beyond those journalism job websites. When I was laid off, I decided I wanted to do something good and worthwhile in my next job, something that I could point to with pride. Working for newspapers it was sometimes easier in some social environments to shy away from telling strangers what I did for a living. You can never tell how a person is going to react to the fact that you work in newspapers. Sometimes people are impressed and comment on the “glamorous” aspects of the job.
But, frankly, there is very little “glamorous” about sitting in the chamber of a governing board waiting for elected officials to get to the one really important item on a long agenda, only for the board to put off a decision on the item to a subsequent meeting. Nor is there anything glamorous in covering a fatal traffic crash or talking to a family after they have lost a loved one in a drowning accident. There just is no way to spin that into something “glamorous.”
And then there are cases in which people who feel they have been slighted by a newspaper, or did not like the coverage of an event or issue, or who take the blame-the-media-for-everything route can be rather aggressive in telling you off. Sometimes it is just better to avoid that sort of thing.
So I do not feel that I must stay in journalism. I usually look at another dozen or so websites for government and nonprofit jobs, and another handful of job websites for green jobs. In most cases, the skills I honed during 22 years in journalism working as a reporter, copy editor, columnist, assistant news editor, assistant city editor and website staff writer do not translate as easily into other industries as I thought they would.
I have thought about going back to school to refine old skills or learn new skills, but that will cost money I do not have and take another year or so to complete, which means even more time spent away from building a future. And that would mean I would be re-entering the job market when I am nearing 50 … and with student loans.
There are good days – on those rare occasions when there are multiple visits to my online portfolio or to this blog – and low days. A low day was yesterday when I realized that the federal subsidy for COBRA had expired and I very likely will move into the new year without health insurance for the first time in my life – no health insurance for the first time in my life.
So what do I do? I keep plugging away. I keep moving forward, one step after another. When I feel particularly frustrated and discouraged about the job hunt – my sister says “job hunt” sounds as if it is more directed than “job search,” which gives off the vibe of being slightly less, well, directed – I then shift gears and work on the blog. It does not move me forward in my job search, er, job hunt, but it helps me maintain a relative level of sanity and I do not lose ground since I am writing and able to point to something fairly constructive.
After I post this, I plan to move forward again with the job search. There is a chance that a new job, one perfectly suited for me, will have been posted and I will spot it during my second pass of the day of those websites.
The age of the lighthouse ended long ago as those majestic, romantic maritime sentinels were replaced by computerized, mechanized, galvanized contraptions that provide the same very necessary maritime warning system, but fall incredibly short in tradition and style.
Earlier today I posted a link to a Portland Press Herald story about the restoration efforts on the Wood Island light and an old University of Southern Maine classmate, Rick Redmond, passed along the website address for the Maine Lighthouse Museum.
Visiting that website got me thinking about the Portland Head Light, which I visited occasionally while attending the USM in the early 1980s. I have heard on more than one occasion that it is the most photographed lighthouse on the East Coast. I do not know how they measure that sort of thing. I even took a few photos of the lighthouse, so perhaps there is something to that claim. Most people will recognize the lighthouse. I think.
Anyway, going to the Portland Head Light was a fun way to take in a bit of history and to get an incredible view of the Atlantic Ocean crashing onto the very roughed Maine coastline just below an incredible lighthouse and keepers’ quarters. Most often I would go with my friend Kelly Williams; she had a car and I was company for the drive from Gorham, where the USM residence halls were located. (The Portland campus was more of a commuter campus. It also was connected to the Gorham campus via a bus line operated or contracted by the university.)
Kelly and I also went to nearby Two Lights State Park in Cape Elizabeth. For me, the Head Light was more impressive.
Going through the Portland Head Light entry on the website reminded me that he lighthouse had been commissioned by George Washington while Maine was still part of Massachusetts. Things are old in Maine. And seem to stand the test of time.
Perhaps we need more lighthouses with keepers and fewer computerized, mechanized, galvanized contraptions.