February 12, 2012 | Contact | Calendar | The Mix | Archives |
![]() Clair Lewis died with his boots on yesterday. Clair was a neighbor and one of the first people I met when we came to Unity. When we saw our house for the first time in the early 90's, he and Babe Tozier were putting the deck on the lake side. Clair was a geezer's geezer, more grizzled and mumbley than anyone. I could hardly understand a word he said and when I could understand the words, I couldn't understand the sentences. He was all about heavy machinery, maple sugaring, yards of gravel, leveling roads, pushing rocks around, skidders in the woods. Yesterday a tree fell on him. He was 75.
This picture that Peggy Baldwin sent of us at JazzFest a couple of years ago is my happy memory of the week. I have the best adventures in that orange hat. It's been mailed back to me from Newport and saved for me in the courthouse in Belfast.
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