I would love to be proved wrong

By David Grima | Apr 05, 2018

Last week’s column produced an overwhelming response from readers.

This means we got an incredible tidal wave of responses, which, when added up, equals three whole readers who wrote in with observations about whatever I had said.

As anyone who has worked in local newspapers is fully aware, having two readers get in touch with us amounts to a demonstration of enormous interest. Three is almost too big a number to comprehend.

Meanwhile, I look on in despair as actual Letters to the Editor have become almost as rare as hen’s teeth. Some weeks, it is all the poor editor can do to find a single letter to print. Once upon a time, it was very different, and people wrote proper letters all the time. Now they have given up, or have fallen into the widespread error of thinking that “commenting” on articles via the website is the same as writing a letter.

Why, there are at least three readers I can think of who frequently write bitter and snarky comments to each other all the time, but nobody else much bothers reading them, because these comments have become such a personal thing among the persons involved. The whole discussion becomes a private party that nobody of sound mind would wish to gate-crash.

This is exactly what real Letters to the Editor never were, private communications that nine-tenths of readers have no interest in.

Oh well, never mind.

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It seems a tea room is being planned for 429 Main St., next to Moran’s insurance, while just along the road at 218 Main St. a brewery seems likely to spring up in the so-called flat iron building on the corner of Robinson Street.

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Speaking of springing up, I saw that daylilies and tulips have begun to poke out of the ground, and at 7:38 in the morning on March 28, I received a text announcing that robins had been seen in Thomaston. I have more recently seen cardinals swooping though the South End, too.

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Speaking of springing up, I see the headline writers at the Courier still cannot resist saying things like roadworks and events in the arts world that are scheduled to begin at this time of year are “springing” up.

Death to clichés, unless I use them!

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Speaking of Thomaston, it must surely be time pretty soon for them to dig up Route 1 again, inaugurating yet another summer of traffic hell for all concerned.

Boy, I would love to be proved wrong about that!

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Speaking of transportation, isn’t it a pity (but surely no shock to any of us) that “they” have canceled the three whole weekends of train visits to Rockland that were going to happen this summer?

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Last Saturday at twilight, I received another text (I am such a modern chap) urging me to look at the moon.

So I pushed open the flap of my cardboard box on top of the concrete towers at the foot of Mechanic Street, where I am forced to live, and saw a great big round moon staring at me from above Owls Head.

I assumed this was the beautiful moon my correspondent intended me to see. But on Monday she told me the moon she was referring to was over Whitefield, or some such distant place. Not my moon at all, then.

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I vaguely remember mentioning this topic once before, but I have heard again that delicate negotiations are taking place for a Maine Seaweed Festival, apparently being planned for Rockland this summer.

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Speaking of plans, a job fair is being organized for April 18, at some place being described as South School on Broadway.

But from what I can tell, this so-called South School is not South School at all. It is actually what we recently called the new middle school, with the old middle school being on Lincoln Street. But the old new middle school has now been repurposed, I think, as an elementary school, and I believe the old South School is going to be the new school district offices.

What we desperately need is a moratorium on renaming any of our school buildings, at least until we have all got our bearings with their current names. Honestly, it makes my brain hurt.

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I did not actually see whether Mr. Limerock flew the appropriate pale-blue flag from his porch last Sunday, but among several other things, April 1 was the 100th anniversary of the founding of the Royal Air Force, wherein my own dear Pa served in the 1950s. The United States Air Force did not come along until 1947, if memory serves. Before then we had the United States Army Air Forces, which fought so bravely through World War II.

Once upon a time, I used to be in charge of tidying up the obituaries at the Courier, and I would be happy to receive a dollar for every time I had to amend statements to the effect that so-and-so had served with the U.S. Air Force or the older U.S. Army Air Corps in the war, when the writers intended to say the USAAF. An easy mistake to make, of course, and nobody can seriously be blamed for not making the distinction.

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Speaking of the USAAF, the brewery going into the South End (see above) is to be named the Liberator Brewery, or something like that, and is being named after the B-24 Liberator bomber from the war.

This conjures up in my head an image of a fleet of B-24s flying over Germany, as streams of beer bottles from Rockland tumble out of their bomb bays and whistle to earth below.

Sometimes I get carried away.

Comments (1)
Posted by: Mary A McKeever | Apr 05, 2018 17:05

Carry Away anytime! You tickle my funny bone, located I think where my elbow is said to be.

Keep up with this Rockland informational happenings. I love it!

Mickey Mouse, (an avid reader!)



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