This is the twisting, two-decade-long tale of how Portland’s Monument Square statue came to be.
His diplomatic work consisted mostly of drinking, smoking, dancing with ladies and waving from trains and carriages.
His biological mother was black and, most likely, a slave, owned by his father.
The 40-odd acre, oaken oasis wasn’t always so quiet. It’s the site of the Battle of Deering Oaks.
It was still dark. The only other things moving about were hardcore runners on the Back Cove trail and mosquitoes buzzing around my noggin.
The Abyssinian Meeting House is the only Underground Railway stop in Maine recognized by the National Park Service.
In August of 1942, a blip appeared on Navy radar. What they reportedly found when they went to investigate was haunting.
Wind, water, sun and time erased most of his wooden statues. There’s almost nothing left of his life’s work.
I greeted the sun with a raised coffee cup and click of my shutter.
The story behind how it ended up here, in an under-insured city auditorium starts before the Civil War.