Let me first begin this missive by telling you what this post is not about. It is not about honor in the sense of violent reprisal or warrior spirit. It is not about the honor of taking offense the way a Klingon might if you insulted their spouse. I’m not interested in dueling pistols or swords at
I’ve been wondering lately, what exactly is Maine? In the strictest sense, Maine is lines on a map that define its political boundaries, to the West with New Hampshire and to the North and Northeast with Canada. However, within the arbitrary lines that define our political existence lie innumerable regions, micro-climates, geographical features and geological history.
As I look up at the crescent of the Moon slowly climbing over the sentinel pines in the Eastern sky I am reminded of what a magical place we live. Maine is not without its eyesores, something that can be observed in rapidly-deteriorating roads and suburban sprawl, yet most of what makes Maine a destination