hauntings Some years ago my wife Patsy and I had Thanksgiving dinner at the Maplehurst Inn, one of the oldest and grandest buildings in Antrim, New Hampshire. It’s always been a traveler’s rest of one kind or another: the original structure, still the core of the Inn, was a tavern put up before the
The Republican Presidential candidate is of German extraction, and his family surname was originally Drumpf. It’s a perfectly normal moniker auf Deutsch, but in English it sounds a bit like someone hawking up a loogie. So like many immigrants before them, when they arrived in America they changed it to Trump, in order to
GUNS The motto of New Hampshire, where I spend some of my time, is “Live Free Or Die,” and a significant number of its residents are rabid anti-Federalists, hence ferocious upholders of the Second Amendment to the United States Constitution. They tend to forget that the Amendment, drafted by the Founders not long after
Ever since I first learned how to string words together, I’ve enjoyed writing letters to my friends and family. When I was eleven, I was sent to camp in the North Woods of Maine, not so much for my pleasure, but because my mother and father were slashing their way through a vicious divorce that