overlooking Stonington Harbor

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Stonington: A Town on the Edge

Stonington: A Town on the Edge Contradictions abound, but resiliency abides. STORY AND PHOTOS BY TOM GROENING If anyone has a finger on the pulse of a community, it’s the guy who runs the town’s weekly newspaper. And what does Ben Barrows, general manager of the Island Ad-Vantages, think about… SEE MORE
woman on a lobster boat

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Island Fellows: A ‘Peace Corps for the Islands’

Island Fellows: A ‘Peace Corps for the Islands’ Fellows reverse Maine ‘brain drain,’ provide extra hands BY ABIGAIL CURTIS The board funded the Fellows program in 1998, and the following year the first two hardy souls were placed on Monhegan and in Casco Bay. It was the kind of blustery… SEE MORE
illustration of men shooting rats at a dump

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The Island Dump: An Elegy

On an early morning last fall, one of the two attendants at the Vinalhaven Landfill and Transfer Station arrived to find that a raccoon had climbed into the big trash compactor and couldn’t get out. The attendant retrieved a gaff he kept handy for just this purpose, propped it up… SEE MORE

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Unfinished Island

The ledges path leads from my back field in a southeasterly direction toward the sea. On a small island in Maine, all paths lead ultimately to the sea. This one cuts through a spruce forest where deep mosses fill in the spaces between old trees that are falling away; it… SEE MORE
The North Haven boys take the court.

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The Winter Game — Basketball on Maine Islands

The water pipes on Vinalhaven have frozen. Well, they may have frozen. No one really seems to know what happened, but an early January bitter cold stretch—daytime highs in single digits—has put some kind of hurt on the municipal water system. One explanation is that so many homeowners’ pipes have… SEE MORE
Students walking from the ferry onto Islesboro.

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Islesboro School’s Island Magnetism

On Halloween morning, as the Margaret Chase Smith crossed the silvery reach of Penobscot Bay between Islesboro and the mainland, the passenger compartment was abuzz with the sounds of giggling children putting the final touches on their costumes. The quieter, Carhartt-clad workmen who also rode the ferry for the three-mile-long… SEE MORE

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Hauling in The Puddle

My lobstering career started the day old Chet Wall cut off a finger while repairing wooden traps in our barn. It was mid-July, the height of one of the best lobster seasons we’d had in years. Chet had been working for my father, lobstering around Pleasant Island. Daddy supplied him… SEE MORE

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His Common Touch

Peter Ralston is a brilliant photographer who is also one of the most engaging conversationalists you’d ever want to meet. It is almost impossible to dislike the man, and he has never met a person he did not instantly consider a friend, with the possible exception of a few pompous… SEE MORE

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Keeping the Lights On

There’s a joke on Monhegan that the name of the island can be loosely translated as “island of many waitresses.” Like the hundreds of 20-something women that have preceded me, I showed up on this rock to wait tables after finishing college. In between polishing glassware and reciting the daily… SEE MORE

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It All Changes in a Heartbeat

Doesn’t matter which island you’re from or headed to, it’s always The Island. My island was and is and always will be Gotts Island. The one Ruth Moore was remembering when she talked about the place you were homesick for even when you were there. I’d been back and forth… SEE MORE