Bangor Metro - April 2008

April 2008

Great Campaign Keys

United Way brings home $2.7 million in donations...and one lucky winner brings home a car.

Beaching It

EMMC brings the beach to Bangor for fun and funding.

Constructive Journey

Herb R. Sargent grew up in a family construction business that was eventually sold. Twenty years later, the business is back in the family—with Sargent as “foreman.”

Comfy at Ronald's House

When seriously ill children are in Bangor hospitals, the Ronald McDonald House brings mom, dad, sibs, and comfort nearby . . . for free.

Boulder Dash

Think there are no more first ascents left in the climbing world? You haven’t heard about the adventure sport called bouldering. But these athletes sure have.

Extreme Home Making

How one family’s daily life was transformed by a group of strangers and friends willing to ride the TV tidal wave called Extreme Makeover: Home Edition.

Songs of Noel

American folk icon, social activist, singer, songwriter, producer, Betty’s man, God’s man. Noel Paul Stookey has a lot to sing about.

Compost Happens

Tired of a stunted, mopey garden? Maybe it’s time you acknowledged that plants need soil as much as water and sunlight . . . and learn how to make decomposition your new best friend.

Mideast Feast

Becky Frye can’t speak Lebanese, but she sure can cook Lebanese. And her large family is most grateful for that.

Earl Hornswaggle: Extra Tourist-rial

Ol' Earl is up to no good again.

Perspectives: Story Litchfield

Another collection of photographs from the Bangor metro.

Soapbox Derby: Senator Selection

As of the last census, Maine has 968,000 citizens of voting age; 882,337 of them are registered voters. While Maine’s four electoral votes don’t make presidential candidates exactly fixated on us in this election year, two candidates for the U.S. Senate certainly are: Susan Collins and Tom Allen. We ask “the Soapboxers” how they intend to vote.

Casting For Shadows

Will spring Atlantic salmon fishing ever return to the Penobscot River?

The Queue

Who would stand in line for six hours? Political junkies, people watchers, maybe Uncle Everett’s ghost.