Power to the People
I wonder how far it will be in the future when the notion that we delivered electrical power around the world by stringing wires over hill and dale will seem archaic.
Thanksgiving
It is hard to feel wistful for the long hours and seven-day work weeks. But we are thankful for having been innkeepers in many small ways and, sometimes, as you see, in big ones.
Vaccine
I have this personal connection to vaccines. When the polio vaccine came out my mother, aunt, and uncles were among the first to receive the shot--among the first, I tell you, after six thousand years of polio's recorded torment.
Docks Out
Notice has been given by the nice people that handle the in and out of our dock that the time for out is upon us . . . This is usually when remorse settles in about how little time we spent during the season on the pond.
Summer's End
Back to school always sneaks up on me. I am still not used to the fact it comes before Labor Day--nor am I happy about it.
Fiddleheads
Hancock’s Fiddleheads Café reopened Memorial Day weekend after a winter hiatus, during which time owner Sherry Williams continued her
The White Wood Aster
There is a metaphor in that, which the White wood aster knows.
Sentimental Lights
I can conjure an argument for why our collective imagination, the state of romance, and all the poetry in the world have suffered since the advent of incandescent light.
The Children are Back
We are asked frequently if children are welcome at the Inn. The answer is yes for the reason that in our own lives, as children, inns were magical places.
How's Your Back?
It turns out that everyone has an opinion on back pain. Why not? One out of two people are affected.
