Well, hasn’t the weather been absolutely jolly for a few days, now that spring has arrived?

It was quite fine as of Monday evening, anyway. By the time you read this we might have had a blizzard, I suppose.

Yes, people have been going hog wild, parading about in shorts and t-shirts, and sometimes even less than that. The boys down at the prison farm in Warren were outdoors playing horseshoes Sunday afternoon, and people everywhere have been generally enjoying the partial, possibly temporary, restoration of milder weather by displaying bare knees and similar things.

Not me, of course. I have a greater respect for the general public than to go around showing off my knees and midriff. Really, there are limits to this sort of thing.

But it was so lovely Sunday, half the lobstermen in Knox County seem to have fired up their boats and gone off to Monhegan, there to chase off a research vessel that was testing out locations for a potential floating wind turbine.

Even the National Weather Service has lost its head in the Maine sunshine, promising that it is going to start using a new way of forecasting, adopting a method alleged to be more accurate than the current approach of surveying people who have moderate to severe rheumatism or arthritis about how their joints are feeling today.

Good for the National Weather Service.

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A few weeks back, when it was still winter, I tweaked our local health care facility about its apparent inability to do more than apply band-aids, requiring all of us suffering from anything more than a mild booboo to travel 100 miles round-trip to get seen to.

So, I suppose it is only “fair and balanced” to report that Pen Bay Medical Center in far-off Rockport is now being touted as one of the Top 100 rural hospitals in the nation, according to the MaineBiz news outlet:

“Two rural Maine hospitals rank among the best 100 in the country, according to an annual study by a Portland-based consulting group,” says the online magazine.

“Franklin Memorial Hospital in Farmington, and Pen Bay Medical Center in Rockport, were named to the list of top 100 rural and community hospitals compiled by the Chartis Center for Rural Health.

The ranking is based on a Chartis evaluation conducted since 2010, and which analyzes over 1,000 hospitals on the basis of 36 criteria in areas such as quality, outcomes, patient perspective, cost and financial efficiency.

“Only one other New England facility, Center Vermont Medical Center, in Barre, Vt., made the top 100.”

Isn’t that just nice?

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I see the Coast Guard’s volunteers removed Rockland’s annual Lobster Trap Christmas Tree, which apparently they did either early in March or late in February. I forget which.

If we did not have the local Coast Guard base personnel to help us out occasionally, I don’t know what we’d do. Increasingly, or maybe I should say decreasingly, the general Rockland population is growing grayer and less capable each year of shinning 50 feet up in the air to set up and take down our tree.

As an example of all that, I will cite the well-known fact that a certain demographic on city council has already begun to have its knees replaced.

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That’s twice I’ve mentioned knees this week. I wonder what that’s all about?

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Coming up this weekend is Maine Maple Sunday, which actually begins Saturday. I suppose I should not be surprised about that, seeing as how Christmas now begins in late September, judging by how early the merch shows up in our stores these days.

The plastic buckets with their plastic plumbing have been prominent already in certain parts of the county. I am sure these modern maple-tapping contrivances are more efficient than the old galvanized tin buckets and spigots that used to decorate our trees this time of year.

But I am fairly sure that no photos of maple trees decorated with plastic buckets and strung with plastic tubes will show up as scenic picture in calendars showing images of rural Maine life.

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Speaking of lobster boats, the Mount Desert Islander, said to be a newspaper in a community in the Far East, reports Rockland has been tentatively scheduled to host the annual lobster boat races June 20. Friendship is to follow July 17, all things being equal.

These races were called off last year, along with just about everything else worth doing around here, when the Plague proved not likely to be over after a few weeks, despite pronouncements from Our Nation’s Capital.

All 11 normal venues have been penciled in to hold their races this year.

I asked a lobsterman from Port Clyde if he was planning to enter his boat. He said probably not. His old tub is powered by a diesel of remarkably little energy, he said, which would mean he’d have to set out for Rockland around Easter just to arrive here in time for the races in late June.

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A gentleman-entrepreneur called Todd Bross has long dreamed of opening a doughnut shop in downtown Rockland, and the other day he confessed he raised the $40,000 of initial capital necessary for the project by the sophisticated tactic of actually asking perfect strangers to invest it.

I am amazed at what people will do these days. Therefore, I have decided $40,000 would also be a good start for this project I now have in mind, but whereof I cannot yet speak, mostly because the only really solid feature of it that exists in my imagination right now is the money.

But give me time, and I’ll probably come up with something eventually.

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Speaking of our own fair city, people often whine and carp about how downtown Rockland is not what it used to be any more, with a supermarket and all that kind of practical stuff right there on Main Street.

What they omit to remember is how all that kind of stuff was there until 60 years ago and more, and that what killed off that sort of mixed commerce in our downtown was their own increasing insistence on driving everywhere, which in turn led to the demand for vast parking lots, which meant moving all the stores and concrete mixers out to the fields and hedgerows at the edge of town.

Yet, when you compare downtown Rockland with similar parts in places like Augusta and Bangor, you must admit it has held up pretty well, on the whole.

Augusta in particular is a fine example of the horrors that were so gleefully perpetrated by modern urban planning in the 1960s and 1970s. At a guess, I would say the damage done there is nigh unfixable.

This, by the way, is mostly why so many of us were upset at the insane prospect of seeing the old Sears building containing the Park Street Grille torn down and used for a parking lot.

Even now as we speak, the PSG is moving itself into the old Courier Building a mere burrito’s throw from their old location, but with ocean views; why I understand our venerable chamber of commerce is now looking for a new home elsewhere; and why Maine Sport is getting prepped to move into the old PSG place.

Rather than death, it is life that is happening in that venerable corner of town.

David Grima is a former editor with Courier Publications. He can be reached at davidgrima@ymail.com.