Just like he’s done thousands of times before, Hubert Ouellette laces up his boots. The state police issued black leather is cracking, showing their wear. He’s suited up for his job many times, but never for a task like this.
Temperatures circling zero degrees and waist-deep snow could not stop Maine State Police Troop F. Four retired officers and one active dug out their snowshoes, an extra pair of socks and a few holiday wreaths. Paying no attention to the cold, the group honored lost officers by visiting their graves for the holidays and leaving the wreaths behind. Continue reading “Respect for the Fallen”
Babe Ruth stands about 10 feet in front of home plate, slightly toward third base. Yankee Stadium is full and on its feet. The 1949 Yankees line the first base line, hats off, listening to Babe speak. There is no color but it is a sunny day. He leans to his right on a baseball bat while speaking to the crowd. His back is visible, and his number three is the focal point of the piece. Banners and American flags wave above the third deck, as the Sultan of Swat says goodbye. This photo won the 1949 Pulitzer prize. Every person in attendance got, as John White said, “a front seat to history.” Nat Fein captured it forever. Continue reading “Looking Through Photos in the Dark”
Icy winds on an early February Sunday could not stop collectors as they met for the monthly Coin and Card Show. James Scherer hosts the event at the Hampton Inn. It takes 10 large display cases to show off his collection, ranging from sports cards to silver bars. And it wouild likely take libraries to contain his knowledge of collectibles. Scherer’s amassed his knowledge during a lifetime of trading of cards and collectibles. He’s done this as a hobby. He’s also done it for a living. You may have seen him at the Aroostook Centre Mall. Continue reading “Coins, Cards and So Much More”
Time is winding down on the mechanical scoreboard as number 14 dribbles across half court. She fakes right, goes left and puts up a shot. It touches only the net as it slides through the rim. Count it. Continue reading “Shooting Star”