CentralMaine Sunday

Unfortunately, this year's state of the union was uninspiring, says J.P. Devine, and the next two don't look appetizing unless some changes are made.

At the Waterville Starbucks, the mood is struck by the baristas, one of helpfulness and service, but also of warmth and tolerance, a combination that may well reflect the sentiment on the sign at the border: Welcome Home, says JP Devine.

Looking to declutter his abode and discard long forgotten memorabilia, J.P. Devine discovers a trove of religious object of pre-Vatican II vintage.

Reaching a warning depth of self-pity spurred J.P. Devine to return home where his sister Eileen poured a draught of hope and provided paints that paid off in dollars.

Serenity, shine and soft voices provide the setting for a big, metal box of delicious American dream, a Toyota SUV, where J.P. Devine is inspired to write.

After extended Christmas vacations, the commentators of the television world are back to satisfy the needs of news hounds with time on their hands, says J.P. Devine.

Does it smell like bacon? Does it have the aroma that accompanies a happy tune? Or is it more a feeling you get from seeing the celebrations that accompany a swing in politics to what you yourself espouse, says J.P. Devine.

Everyone, they say, has their own dreams and scripts they favor, J.P. Devine says.

After spending many Christmases around the map, it’s easy to appreciate the enchantment of winter in Maine, J.P. Devine says.

Flash: Private correspondence from the secretary of a red-suited violator of borders to POTUS 45 has been leaked to the dark forces of the press, says J.P. Devine.