August 16, 1998
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| Working Truck. Farm at the top of a hill in Dixmont. See this old truck every morning. One day I stop to get a picture of it. The old farmer comes out; we talk about it a while. Wish I'd thought to ask him what that red bucket in the cab is for. Sometimes the truck is down in a field helping to get the hay in. She's a working truck. |
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| Slow news day in the nearby town of Newport. Actually I've been following this story because it has all the essential elements of local Maine politics: the laconic town manager, the multiple petitions, the town selectmen that resist making new laws, and a lot of people trying to figure out just where she lives. I love the way it comes down to this: "There was no increase in traffic on the road." So back off world; nobody wants strap lines messing with a good tan. |
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| Yesterday was Melissa's traditional birthday party: lobster at the picnic table, family and neighbors.....Busy two weeks ahead for me. Hooking a web front end to an Oracle database for a Y2K (Year 2000) info collecting site......In the old days we'd be packing up right about now and heading south for the start of school. I certainly don't miss the return to LA in August, but I always loved Teachers Day and seeing friends after being away for the summer. |
| I can't seem to fit movies into my schedule, but surely some of you have. Tell me about it |