The roadside between here and the post office smells like apples, which is delightful. Our telephone rings considerably less (also delightful).

Don’t hold anything anybody says in March against them, because it’s just March, and everybody’s like that.

A radar map is an amazing thing. Just imagine how our ancestors would have reacted to such a tool. 

Matinicus Island is getting less boony all the time, for better or worse.

On some of this island’s roads, before I got there in mind to count the kilowatts, there were no tracks at all.

We still have not perfected the Snowy Owl cocktail.