Two Women and a Bow Saw. That's what we call our Sunday morning walks on a new loop of Connor Mill Trail. Years ago Melissa and I made a pact never to use a chain saw. As an OT in rural Maine she had seen the damage done.  We cut through several logs that were lying over the trail, but we don't cut through downed trees that are solid enough to use as stringers for bog bridges.
Shocking to see ice forming; this is in Bacon Brook.
Recently finished Deep Economy: The Wealth of Communities and the Durable Future by Bill McKibben (Thanks, Pam). Farmers Market as a model for local economies, and local economies as a solution to food and energy crises in our near future. The chapter on radio particularly got my attention: "If Clear Channel and Infinity are the radio analogues of the big-box stores, there are also at least the beginnings of sonic farmers' markets cropping up around the country." I am about to join the board of WERU, a community radio station in Blue Hill.
It was started 20 years ago in a chicken coop donated by Noel Paul Stookey of Peter, Paul and Mary. I think of it as WWOZ North. We have been networking with them for years at the theater, and now that the theater is going into a retreat while it figures out who it is under college ownership, this is a good step for me. One more trip to Radio Shack and I'll have the antenna working that I rigged last year to be able to get their signal. You can stream them here. We had an antenna at the Heron and listening to early morning folk shows on the weekends was part of our breakfast prep ritual. A few of our summer visitors have gone to the WERU Circle Summer Fair, the epicenter of hippiedom.
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