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The CAT Is Coming Back – 929theticket.com10.08.21

After being suspended for the third straight year, there is hope that the CAT, a high-speed ferry that travelsbetween Bar Harbor, Maine, and Yarmouth, Nova Scotia, will be back up and running in the spring of 2022.

The ferry servicehas allowed faster transport of people, pets, and vehicles via the CAT so, you can cut your travel time down if your destination is beyond Nova Scotia or Bar Harbor. What would take 7 hours by car only takes 3.5 hours via boat. The ability to move quickly between the locations allows for another choice for travel between Maine and Nova Scotia for tourists looking to hit both destinations or for Mainers and Canadians to pass through quicker.

The service has been put on hold for years due to several factors, including needed renovations for the ferry terminal and the occurrence of the pandemic.

According to the ferry's website, the money needed to run the service has also contributed to stopping service the past few years, stating: "As with air service, restarting an international ferry route requires substantial upfront investment which is impossible to recover in a very short season."

Currently, the CAT is recommending those wanting to travelutilize the Fundy Rose, which allows for travelbetween Nova Scotia, St. John, and New Brunswick.

Start planning for a quicker way to get to some of the most beautiful locations on the East Coast of North America starting in the spring of 2022.

The bustling and scenic town of Ellsworth has a lot of history, old and new and lots of experiences to have, old and new. Whether you want to take a train ride, take the kids to the park, get a sweet tattoo, treat yourself or find that after-party early morning breakfast, here are 25 businesses and locations to really get some memorable experiences at the good vibes town Downeast Maine, Ellsworth.

Take a look at how Downtown Bangor, the Waterfront, State Street, Stillwater and more areas of Bangor looked years ago compared to today using Google Street View archives.

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Check Out These 14 Incredible Pieces By Maine Tattoo Artists07.25.21

More Common Than Ever

Tattoos in various styles have been around for centuries. Tattoos in the United States were largely part of military or sailor culture and for decades were looked down upon. Today the attitudes toward tattoos have in large part changed. Many businesses have evolved and have removed anti-visible tattoos for employee handbooks and are more socially acceptable than ever.

Tattoos in pop culture certainly helped the change of public opinion with various tattoo-centric reality shows and competitions.

Even though Maine is a small state, Mainers don't have to travel to big cities like Boston, New York City, or Pittsburg for quality ink. In fact, there are some incredible shops and artists right in our backyard.

Recently we asked listeners to share photos of their ink and share about their artist. There were HUNDREDS of submissions.

The Parlor in Auburn, as well as Venom Ink Tattoo in Sanford, were posted many times and happened to make this list. And yes, because there were hundreds of entries more lists will be published in the future.

Besides two heavy tattoo hitters being a commonality in this first list, another commonality was the love of pop culture with Star Wars, Marvel, and Disney ink. (Which, technically are all Disney now, right?)

Check out our first batch of 14 tattoos from the simple fine lines, to watercolor, to portraits, and more. If you'd like to brag on your artist and share a photo you can always submit photos through our app!

Mainers came out in full force sharing their beloved tattoos from local artists This is just a small sample of the pieces and artists we received and more will be coming soon!

10 Maine Towns With Dirty Sounding Names

Here Are the 14 Times Bigfoot Has Been Reported in Maine

Kids enjoy a lot of things but for summertime fun, it all comes down to 5 groups; amusement/water parks, animals, sports, learning, and the beautiful outdoors. If you're looking for some serious family fun this summer, start checking these off your bucket list.

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Goody’s Tattoo shop opens in Orleans – Wicked Local07.25.21

Matt Rice| The Cape Codder

ORLEANS -- Adding a touch of entrepreneurial diversity todowntown Orleans, Eastham native Sean Shea has opened a first-of-its-kind tattoo shop on Main Street.

Shea, a 2003 Nauset Regional High School graduate, was officially given the green light to open his shop, Goody's Tattoo, after being issued the town's first Body Art license, and Body Art establishment license, by the Orleans Board of Health earlier this spring.

"This really is a dream come true, and something I've been working toward for awhile; I couldn't be happier," said Shea, who began working with the town to obtain thelicense more than a year ago.

"I have to say that the town, and the officials I dealt with, were great to work with and a real help. "

A unique type of license, since nothing similar has ever been issued in Orleans, Shea said the process to legally open was long, but he expected that.

"I did a bunch of research before doing anything with the town, so being prepared really helped," said Shea, who graduated from Rhode Island School of Design in 2007, before returning to the Cape soon afterward.

"I went (to RISD) for illustration, but I always had tattooing in the back of my mind," he said.

With no experience tattooing, Shea worked in a local art shop and did other odd jobs before finally breaking into the art form.

It started when he met Khristian Bennett, and his wife Andrea, from Mooncusser Tattoo and Piercing shop in Provincetown.

"I asked if he was looking for an apprentice, he said 'no' but encouraged me to come back, so I basically just showed up at the shop and never left."

After gaining experience and earning his first Body Art License in Provincetown 11 years ago, Shea spent five years tattooing at Mooncusser's before moving to Maine, to work at Tsumani Tattoo shop in Portland.

"It was a great experience, Portland was amazing, but it wasn't the Cape, it wasn't home."

Shea said it was the pandemic, and theshutdown, that helped push him to make the jump into opening his own shop in Orleans, after splitting a lot of time between Maine and the Cape.

After the location on Main Street became available last summer (at Post Office Square across from Friend's), Shea took a chance and rented the space with nothing more than an eye on the future.

"It was a chance I was taking, but I had a good feeling from the town moving forward that things would work out. They'd never issued a license like this before, but there was no reason why not, so I was confident."

At this point, just weeks after officially opening his shop, Shea is in high demand already, with appointments filled up throughthe summer and beyond. His schedule is so full that he cannot accommodate walk-ins.

Shea will continue work a limited schedule at Tsunami in Maine, while still settling in to his Orleans shop.

Appointment requests, and questions, can be emailed to seansheatattoo@gmail.com.

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‘Walking With the Trees’ artist reception at Carver Hill Gallery – PenBayPilot.com07.09.21

CAMDEN Carver Hill Gallery, 28 Bayview Street in Camden, will host a reception on Thursday, July 15, for artists Gemma Astor and Scott Troxel in a two person show Walking With the Trees. The artists will be available to meet the public and answer questions about their work. The reception will run from 5 7 p.m.

Gemma Astor works in acrylics and is called to render the tiny worlds and dark spaces of decay and rebirth found in the forest floor. Wild plants and trees have become familiar friends as she grows older and spends more time in nature, and her paintings are complex, tangled representations of the forest. Gemma operates a very lucrative tattoo business in Portland, but now resides primarily in the Rangeley area in a log cabin her husband built on Mooselookmeguntic Lake. She is a gardener and an amateur herbalist; the Maine mountains, trees, plants, and fungi are endless inspiration for her work. She put her complete focus on painting for the last 18 months to complete the work for this show.

In my large-scale botanical portraiture, I seek to alter the size relationship between plants and humans, said Astor, in a Carver news release. I want to be small in the presence of plants.The work that is coming forth is emotional, intense, and heavily rooted in devotion to Great Mother. My paintings are visual evidence of my own pursuit of coming home to her. I am drawn to the gritty, messy, life-giving, death-making cycles of existence. These pieces I am compelled to create are like love songs; they are whispers of gratitude, reverence and surrender.

Scott Troxel is a two-dimensional wood sculptor creating compelling wall art in wood and wood composite materials. He is inspired by the design andtechnology of the twentieth century, such as mid-century modernism, the Atomic Age, and art deco.

My work relies heavily on the pillars of strong composition, balance, color, form and movement, said Troxel. I then incorporate themes of aging, organic versus man-made, and new versus old in the sense of how we engage with technology, design, and aesthetics across generations.Specifically, I use the example of mid-century modern design. It has the rare ability to be timeless yet dated, modern but retro, organic and grounded but still futurist and otherworldly. I find this concept fascinating, and it is the foundation of what I try to achieve in my work. I want it to feel both modern and bold but perhaps from another erawhen it was cutting edge, before time passed it by and changed the definition of new or modern. An example of my work in this show that demonstrates this idea would be Achtung III. The piece is bold, graphic and nods to both hard-edge abstraction and post-painterly abstraction. But it is also modern and slightly distressed and grungy. The color palette was taken from a 50s book cover that has amazing design and color.

Troxels work is included in dozens of corporate and hospitality collections worldwide.

FMIwww.carverhillgallery.com or email:carverhillgallerymaine@gmail.com

Show runs throughAugust 15, 2021, open 7 days a week, Mon - Sat, from 11 a.m. 5 p.m.; Sun, 11 a.m. 4 p.m.

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30 years after Brockton woman’s murder, her case is unsolved. Her family wants answers. – Enterprise News06.29.21

BROCKTON Even though Sheanna Isabel hasn't seen her mother since she was 9 years old, she still hasvivid memories of their time together.

She remembers howCherie-Lynn Bishop loved to cook.

One of her favorite memories is when they drove around the cityin a nice carwhile listening to music and sipping from glass bottles of seltzer water.

Even when Isabellived with her father in Maine as a child, Bishop sent her cards that said, "Love you madly and miss you much."

Isabel, now 39 and a Stoughton police officer,holds on to these memories of her mother, who was murdered and whose body was found in Brockton on June 25, 1991.

Thirty years later, her case remains unsolved and Bishop's family is still holding onto the hope of learning who killed Bishop and for that person to be brought to justice.

Cherie-Lynn Bishop was born July 27, 1962 in Stoughton at the former Goddard Hospital.

Her family lived on the north side of Brockton. She was the older sister of Lisa Caine and Paul Bishop. Her mother Linda Bishop was a single mother who worked two jobs.

Cherie-Lynn Bishops maternal grandparentswere present throughout the siblings'lives and their grandfather was a father figureto them.

Each weekend, the siblings would visit their grandparents in Easton. They went to church on the weekends and their grandfather would meet them for breakfast before school.

Bishop was very kind, her family members said.

"If you needed anything she would give it to you, said her mother Linda Bishop, who is 77. She would give you the shirt off her back. She didn't have much."

She had a nice smile and liked to have a good time, enjoying activities such as camping, visiting local ponds and beachesand going to Brockton's D.W. Field Park to have cookouts.

Bishop also loved animals. When she lived in Puerto Rico in the late 1980s, a hurricane prompted her to move back to Brockton. Her family said she was sad that she couldnt bring her dog from the island with her.

Isabels parents were young when they had her. Her grandmother helped raise her and when Isabel was 9 years old shewent to live in Maine with her father.

She used to have a fear that she wouldn't make it to age 28, which is how old her mother was at her death.

Caine, her aunt,said she was sorry to hear that and wants her toknow that Bishop would be proud of her.

Her grandmother added that Bishop is watching over her and her children.

Susan Poole was a friend of Bishop's and considered her like asister.

Poole was a teenager when they met and Bishop was several years older than Poole.

Poole's home life wasn't great. One day Bishop stopped Pooles sister from hitting her, she said.From then, Bishop watched out for Poole and they were together a lot.

"I latched onto her and didn't let go and she didn't ask me to go," said Poole, who is 56.

When she was 25, Poolelived nearby Bishop, who had an apartment on Montello Street.

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She was a single mother and struggling financially. Bishop would come over every morning to wake her up and bring coffee. Bishops mother would also come over to check in on her and make sure that Poole had enough food.

In her 20s, Bishop learned she had rheumatoid arthritis and it left her in pain. She was getting medication shots for treatment, her mother said, and at times she couldn't climb the stairs.

The last night that Caine saw her sister alive, sheargued with her about wearing Caine's sneakers. She saw her sister get into a van not far from Bishop's apartment and heard her on the phone having an argument.

Bishop also spoke with her mother on the phone the night before.

The next day, aDepartment of Public Welfare caseworker who walked to work every day discovered Bishop's body in tall grass, according to Brockton police reports from 1991 that Bishops family saved.

She was found lying face down in the playgroundwearing only a pair of red socks and her hair was tied in an elastic.

Police believe Bishop was strangled because bruising marks were found on the front and back of her neck, according to police reports.

The area around the body wasnt disturbed, police reports say, but a tire track was found a short distance away in the grass.

The discovery of a body in the park was on the morning news, but Linda Bishop didn't see it. She was at work at a bank when she learned that her daughter had died. A police officer she knew showed her a picture of Cherie-Lynnand asked Linda Bishop to identify her.

Linda Bishop had to get her parents, who were then living in Wareham, to Brockton to go to the police station.

Caine was at a friend's house and police found her to break the news to her and tell her to go to the station. She didn't believe the officer when they said Bishop was dead.

Poole learned that Bishop died when a neighbor from her building said she was sorry to hear what happened to her sister. She initially didnt know if the neighbor meant her actual sister or Bishop.

Right off the bat I was in denial," Poole said.

In a 1991 Enterprise article, residents in the neighborhood near the park where Bishop's body was found claimed that the area was a place where sex workers and drug users would hangout.

In a responding article in the paper, Poole refuted the negative characterization about Cherie as someone who was involved with prostitution and drugs because of where her body was found and because police said she had a previous arrest record for two counts ofdrug possession.

"We all make mistakes," she told The Enterprise in 1991. "No one deserves to die like that and be humiliated."

Investigators haven't learned what happened to Bishop between the last time she was seen and when her body was found.

Caine remembers going out in Brockton to find answers by visiting places Bishop used to go.

"I was out there asking questions to everybody," said Caine, who is 56.

Bishop's family has suspected a couple of people from the neighborhoodmay have had something to do with her death.

One person was a friend of Bishop and liked her, but she rejected that advance, her mother said. Two of them are dead now.

Isabel said she went through investigation reports a few years ago and found that those individuals were interviewed about Bishops death, but they weren't charged.

It's easy to think that her mothers murder hasn't been solved because the police weren't doing their job, but Isabel said she understands there was a lot happening at the time, including the crack epidemic and other crime.

As a police officer herself, Isabel doesn't want to place blame on the police. She said she also doesn't want to tell investigators how to do their jobs.

"If this was my case, I kind of would be trying to look for every aspect that I can," she said.

The Plymouth County District Attorney's office said Thursday that the investigation into Bishop's unsolved homicide remains open.

District Attorney Timothy Cruz created an unsolved homicide unit to re-examineexisting evidence and conduct further investigation using modern technologies and techniques, a spokesperson said.

"Our office never forgets a victim, no matter how much time goes by," the district attorney's office said in a statement. "Every victim deserves justice and our office is committed to solving these cases, when we are able to, holding perpetrators accountable, and bringing some measure of closure to the family and friends of homicide victims."

Anyone with information about an unsolved homicide can call the office's tip line at 508-894-2584 or email PlymouthDA.UnsolvedHomicides@State.MA.US.

State Police detectives monitor the email and tip line. Information will remain confidential and contact information isn't required for a person to report information.

The family has kept in contact with investigators over the years.At first they would consistently. For a while, Isabel focused on the case a lot, but since things have fallen by the wayside on her part, she said.

"It's almost like an acceptance by now, but I don't want to accept it," she said. "It's just hard to relive again. I could do better to push things."

Poole said she has also tried over the years to learn more about what happened to Bishop.

She said she walked the railroad tracks where her friends body was found for two years. Poole said she also would follow up with investigators over the years.

"I know she wants me to look for her, Poole said. I know she wants me to help."

Now that forensics has progressed, Bishops family wants to know if those techniques could be applied to her case.

Isabel said she spoke with the former State Police trooper who worked on her mothers case about whether familial DNA searching and testing could be used.

For law enforcement investigations, familial DNA searching is the use of a DNA database and software to detect and rank potential close biological relatives, like parents, childrenand siblings, of an unknown individual whose DNA evidence investigators may have.

Law enforcement also has access to the Combined DNA Index System, which isthe FBI's criminal DNA databasesand the software to run them. It includes theNational DNA Index System to which federal, state and local forensic laboratories contribute.

Isabel said one of the peopleher family suspects was responsible for Bishop's death has siblings who could be tested.

"Having even that to be able to try could be nice, she said.

The family knows some DNA was recovered from under Bishops fingernails, but Isabel doesn't know how much is left and if it can be used for further testing.

Linda Bishop said she would like to have closure before she dies.

"The only way you're going to have closure is that they find out who did it, she said.

Family members said they would be in the courtroom every day if a trial is held.

If the person who murdered her sister is found, Caine said she would like for a picture of Bishop to be placed in the persons jail cell, so they have to look at it and think about what they did for the rest of their life.

"She never did anything to anybody to deserve that, Caine said.

She said the last words she and her sister exchanged before her death werent kind, and Caine said she blamed herself for that for years.

Poole, Bishop's friend,said her death greatly affected her, and she cant talk about her death without getting emotional.

The fact that her case has gone unsolved has left such a void in her life, Poole said.

Since Bishop died, no other friends have taken her place in making such an impact on her life, Poole said.

Im grateful for the time I knew her, she said, adding that she was grateful to have had Bishops support when she needed it.

Poole has remembered Bishop several ways since her passing, including by getting a tattoo of her friends name carved in the vine of a bittersweet plant.

At each of her homes, Poole has planted tiger lilies in Bishops honor. She places flowers in an urn at her burial site in Halifax and visits to clean off her headstone.

Isabel said what happened to her mother motivated her to become an officer.

After high school, she went into the U.S. Army as a medic. She said taking a different path was a way to avoid her feelings about what happened with her mother.

After deployments to Kosovo in 2001 and Iraq in 2006, Isabel realized that the military was not where she was meant to be. She said her heart was in criminal justice.

After her service, Isabel earned her college degree and studied criminal justice.

She joined the Stoughton Police Department in 2011 and most recently served as the school resource officer at Stoughton High School.

Isabel could have joined Brockton police in 2006, but she was deployed. She took that as a sign that working in the city wasn't the best for her.

She said it drives members of her department crazy when she writeslong and in-depth police reports. But Isabel said she does it because she understands what happens if that kind of care isn't taken.

When you don't write down the things that seem insignificant at the time or that you don't understand at the time, I add them to my report, she said. I'm putting everything in here because I know what it's like (when things are left out.)"

Isabel also follows up with families who have experienced a tragic event. It's about being patient and showing compassion, she said.

Even with cases where someone doesn't make good decisions, whether that includes drug use or mental health issues, the goal is to treat them and their families as humans with respect, Isabel said.

On the anniversary of her mothers death, Isabel takesthe day off from work to have time to reflect.Talking about her mother is difficult, but it's something she pushes herself to do.

Isabel talks to her children about her mother andabout what she looked like and has shown them pictures. They're a little young to understand what happened.

Isabel said there are people who may know something who live in the area who lived in Brockton at the time her mother died. She wants to encourage them to come forward. They may have been hesitant to do so before or scared, but they might feel stronger to do that now.

"Without that, we're still here, she said.

Staff writer Mina Corpuz can be reached by email at mcorpuz@enterprisenews.com. You can follow her on Twitter @mlcorpuz. Support local journalismby purchasing a digital or print subscription to The Enterprise today.

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Check Out These 14 Incredible Pieces By Maine Tattoo Artists – q961.com06.12.21

More Common Than Ever

Tattoos in various styles have been around for centuries. Tattoos in the United States were largely part of military or sailor culture and for decades were looked down upon. Today the attitudes toward tattoos have in large part changed. Many businesses have evolved and have removed anti-visible tattoos for employee handbooks and are more socially acceptable than ever.

Tattoos in pop culture certainly helped the change of public opinion with various tattoo-centric reality shows and competitions.

Even though Maine is a small state, Mainers don't have to travel to big cities like Boston, New York City, or Pittsburg for quality ink. In fact, there are some incredible shops and artists right in our backyard.

Recently we asked listeners to share photos of their ink and share about their artist. There were HUNDREDS of submissions.

The Parlor in Auburn, as well as Venom Ink Tattoo in Sanford, were posted many times and happened to make this list. And yes, because there were hundreds of entries more lists will be published in the future.

Besides two heavy tattoo hitters being a commonality in this first list, another commonality was the love of pop culture with Star Wars, Marvel, and Disney ink. (Which, technically are all Disney now, right?)

Check out our first batch of 14 tattoos from the simple fine lines, to watercolor, to portraits, and more. If you'd like to brag on your artist and share a photo you can always submit photos through our app!

Mainers came out in full force sharing their beloved tattoos from local artists This is just a small sample of the pieces and artists we received and more will be coming soon!

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Here Are the 14 Times Bigfoot Has Been Reported in Maine

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18 Bollywood Relationships That Made Headlines Back In The Day – ScoopWhoop05.06.21

The Bollywood industry is always brimming with gossips, breakups and love affairs. When it comes down to relationships, there is a fair share of tittle-tattle involved.

Here is our list of some relationships from the tinsel town that made headlines back in the day.

The couple was truly, madly and deeply in love for good five years. They appeared in numerous movies and events together making headlines. However, itallegedlywent downhill when she met Saif Ali Khan on the sets of Tashan.

Known for their brilliant on-screen chemistry, theirallegedrelationship has been the talk of the town for decades.Reportsstate that their relationship began back in 1976 on the sets of Anjaane, when he was already married to Jaya Bachchan. Although he never accepted this, the evergreen queen has been pretty vocal about their alleged relationship. Fromarrivingwith sindoor and mangalsutra at Rishi Kapoor-Neetu Singhs wedding to her explosiveinterviewwith Filmfare in 1984, she professed her love several times on camera.

Be it their scorching pairing or the burning controversies that followed for years after they broke up, their affair has been the talk of the tinsel town for ages. The couple started dating in 1999 during the shoot of Sanjay Leela Bhansali's Hum Dil De Chuke Sanam and ended things two years later. As per reports, Salman was an abusive partner. Hereportedlyshowed up on the sets of SRKs Chalte Chalte and tried to drag her away as he suspected her of having an affair with SRK. Sadly, the couple broke up on a very bad note.

She instantly rose to fame at the tender age of 20 with the movie Hare Ram Hare Krishna, directed by evergreen Dev Anand, who was 48 years of age back then. Even though he was a married man and the father of two kids, he fell in love with Zeenat. In his autobiography, Romancing With Life, he openlyconfessedhis love for the diva. He even nearly expressed his love, but silently withdrew when she was getting close to Raj Kapoor.

This couple created a buzz on the silver screen due to their steaming hot chemistry and good looks. They started dating in 2008 while shooting for their movie Bachna Ae Haseeno. They were quite serious about each other and she even got a tattoo engraved behind her neck with his RK initials. However, it is said that heallegedlyfell for Katrina Kaif while shooting for Ajab Prem Ki Ghazab Kahani andreportedlycheated on Deepika with her.

This has to be one of the most controversial affairs in the history of the entertainment industry.Reportedly, both came close to each other while working in movies together like Krrish 3 and Kites. Back in 2016, there wasgossipthat he had ousted her from the movie Aashiqui 3. On this, shecommentedthat exes do silly things to get your attention and that chapter is over for her. This didnt sit right with Hrithik and he sent a legalnoticeasking her to apologise for defaming him. Its still a he said-she said mystery.

Known for his skills and strong on-screen presence, he had no escape from his alleged affairs with different actresses, despite having a wife and 5 kids. Back then, Nargis was already a big superstar and Raj instantly fell in love with her. Their chemistry was noticed by the entire nation in the songPyaar Hua Ikraar Hua.Reportedly, she was hell-bent on marrying him even though it wasnt possible since he was already married. Raj Kapoors son Rishi Kapoor in his autobiography, Khullam Khulla,mentionedthat He was also a man in love at the time, unfortunately, with someone other than my mother. His girlfriend was the leading lady of some of his biggest hits of the time, including Aag, Barsaat and Awara.

The Haan Maine Bhi Pyaar Kiya on-screen couple were dating in real life for five years and even got engaged in 2002 on Amitabh Bachchans 60th birthday. Their breakup, which was wasreportedlypinned on the bitterness created by their mothers, became the talk of the town back in 2003.

After their sleeper hit, Kalicharan, the duoreportedlygot close to each other. He was already wedded to Poonam Sinha when he wasallegedlydating her. Reena wanted a commitment from the actor but he refused to leave his wife. So, she decided to leave him for good and announced her wedding with Pakistani cricketer, Mohsin Khan.

They met on the sets of the movie Hadh Kardi Apne when he was already married to Sunita and was the father of two children. According to therumours, he gifted her diamonds, a lavish flat and a high-end car. He even recommended her to many directors. However, Sunitareportedlydecided to move out of their house but he wasnt ready to break his marriage and hence broke up with Rani.

He was touted as one of the most faithful husbands in tinsel town until PeeCee came into the picture. Theyallegedlygot close during the shoot of the movie Don in 2011. From their PDA at award functions to PeeCee supporting SRKs IPL team, all headlinessuspectedthat something was brewing between the two.

With their adorable on-screen pairing, its no secret that people were rooting for the pair. After working in a number of movies together like Khalnayak and Saajan, the duoreportedlystarted making headlines and was quite serious about each other. However, he was sent to jail for the illegal possession of arms in 1993, under TADA. According torumours, she decided to end their alleged relationship and disassociate herself from him.

Who can forget their iconic pairing in K Asif's Mughal-E-Azam? This duo made headlines for their classic on-screen chemistry.Reportedly, they fell in love on the sets of Tarana and dated for nine long years. In his autobiography, Dilip Kumar: The Substance And The Shadow, he quoted I must admit that I was attracted to her (Madhubala) both as a fine co-star and as a person who had some of the attributes I hoped to find in a woman at that age and time...She, as I said earlier, was very sprightly and vivacious and, as such, she could draw me out of my shyness and reticence effortlessly.

Theiraffairmade headlines in the late 90s simply because of their sizzling on-screen and off-screen chemistry. It is alsorumouredthat she dumped him to get in a relationship with John Abraham. However, they have set an excellent example of exes who remain friends.

They met on the sets of Dastak in 1996, when he was married to his then-wife Aditi and had a daughter. Talking about his extramarital affair, he said in aninterviewthat, "I regret hurting my wife and my child and abandoning them. I regret the pain I caused them. I always believe that when you're not courageous, you become cunning. I did not have the courage to tell Aditi how I felt. And it was all happening together, it was a big mess.

This Mexican beauty and Greek god met on the sets of Kites. They made headlines when it wasrumouredthat the two started dating while shooting for the movie. The audience was bedazzled with their sizzling on-screen chemistry.

The two reportedly got close while filming Jaag Utha Insan, in the early 80s. Although they never publicly admitted to being in a relationship, theyallegedlygot hitched secretly. However, he refused to leave his wife and it all ended on a sad note.

From Shilpa Shetty and Raveena Tandon to Rekha and Priyanka Chopra, he wasrumouredto be in several relationships. According to areport, Shilpa claimed that he was unfaithful throughout their entire relationship. She said, "I never imagined that he could two-time me and that too all along with our relationship. Akshay Kumar used me and conveniently dropped me after he found someone else. The only person, I was upset with, was him. But I'm sure he'll get it all back.

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Fugitive Wanted On Reckless Conduct With A Deadly Weapon Charge – Patch.com01.09.21

CONCORD, NH The District of New Hampshire-New Hampshire Joint Fugitive Task Force is asking for the public's help finding a man wanted on a felony reckless conduct with a deadly weapon charge.

Jesse Daniel Davis, 38, is 6 feet, 1 inch tall, weighs around 210 lbs., and has hazel eyes and brown hair. He was born in Maine and has a tattoo on his right front arm. A warrant was issued for Davis' arrest on Dec. 30, 2020, according to Jeffrey White, a deputy marshal.

"Davis is wanted for bail violations after being charged with reckless conduct with a deadly weapon-vehicle," White said. "Davis is known to have friends and associates in the Rochester, NH, area, as well as family, friends, and associates in the Bar Harbor, Maine, area."

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Davis was accused of reckless conduct-deadly weapon and criminal mischief charges in mid-February 2020 in Rochester. He reportedly failed to appear in Strafford County Superior Court in August 2020.

If you know where Davis is or see someone who looks like him, contact local police or the task force at 603-225-1632.

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Opinion: We the north: On finding a home in Canada – The Globe and Mail12.27.20

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Nathan Englander is the author of five books, including For the Relief of Unbearable Urges. His most recent novel is kaddish.com.

The moment it sinks in were moving to Canada, I tell my wife I want to be buried on American soil. Its Rachels job were moving for and I figure that grants me a couple of personal requests. While I give her a chance to ponder, I google how far it is from Toronto to Buffalo, and then to Detroit, the nearest major American cities I know.

When I watch our daughter Olivia disappear into her Brooklyn daycare the next morning, I feel a rush of panic over sending her to a Canadian school. What will they teach her up there?

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I think, She wont know American history. Then I think, I dont know American history. To test that, I literally ask myself: Who was the second president of the United States?

And honestly, Im even surprised when I cant answer something that basic. I mean, I work at a real university! I spend all day sitting around thinking and writing books! But, no, I really dont have a clue. And admitting that fills me with a sense of a calm. Olivia wont need to know American history either. Let her learn Canadian history instead. If I teach her George Washington, and the Brooklyn Bridge, and tell her the Mets won in 1969, shell basically be caught up to me.

Riding that wave of relief, I let go of a bunch of other move-related concerns. When I look at the overloaded bookshelves in our apartment, and picture the boxes we have in storage, and flash back through all the apartments Ive lived in over the years, all the dishes Ive wrapped and unwrapped, the idea of moving again after getting settled, well, I even ditch my initial stipulation. I really am good with dying in Toronto. I tell Rach she can sprinkle my ashes in Lake Ontario and let the currents decide in which country I end up.

As we get closer to leaving, theres a lot more cheering about our exit than Id expected. I try not to take it personally. When I tell the woman on the phone at my internet provider that were cancelling service to move to Canada, she says, Congratulations! as if wed won the lottery. Even our close friends, all of them New York-loving and Brooklyn-obsessed say, Youre getting out? Thats the dream. The fact that the destination is Canada only gets them more excited. Its all wed darkly joked about those last years, in our ironical regional left-leaning way. I mean, this was the summer of 2019. If you happened to believe in democracy, or racial justice, or womens rights, or global warming, or gun control, or about a million other things that you could just file either under basic human kindness or the rule of law then heading to Canada was a punch line that always killed.

We rush to take a family scouting trip to Toronto, because another thing about that summer is that Rach is around five-hundred months pregnant with (spoiler alert) baby Sam, and we need to get up north and figure out some things while she can still fly. We visit Toronto hoping to get a better picture of the place, to try to imagine school for Olivia and find a neighbourhood thats in range of the university where Rach will be teaching (back in the days before wed ever envisioned her teaching on screen).

My vote is that we live near the store that says Appetizing in the window. That is, appetizing as noun, like they mean it at Barney Greengrass and Russ & Daughters. I feel safer living within easy access to bagels and lox.

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We crisscross Queen and King and Danforth and Dupont, trying to decode the city and saying things like, If Madison, Wisconsin, had a kid with Red Hook, Brooklyn, that baby would be Roncesvalles. Or, The Annex is like Park Slope, if the brownstones were semi-detached and Paul Auster was Margaret Atwood.

Our friend Terry volunteers to play tour guide. She picks us up early one morning and offers to take us to Starbucks for coffee which puts the fear of God into me. What will my new life be? Staring at me in her rearview mirror, she catches my face and takes the hint and drives us to a hole-in-the-wall caf beside a tattoo parlor instead. A pierced and inked and earlobe-stretched man sits in the window, I imagine having ambled over from next door. We order coffees and pastries, and, while our order is being prepared, Rach asks the barista where he lives, and what his favourite parts of the city are. He gives us his take. And then he gives us our whole order on the house. Hed moved to Toronto from Tokyo four years before. He knows what its like to be new in a place.

Rach thanks him. And I cry in the coffee shop in front of this superhip Torontonian-via-Tokyo, because he is so kind.

When we finally make our move, while Rach and the kids and the dog and I settle into our new space and our new neighbourhood, while I settle into saying kids instead of kid now that Sammy is on the team, those sorts of unexpected coffee-shop kindnesses keep coming in too many ways to list.

Really, from the moment I pull up at our house and our new neighbours invite me in to print my parking pass and share their WiFi and offer help in any way they can, were made to feel right at home.

But as for actually feeling at home, thats where I lag behind the rest of the family. Rach has her job here. Sam has his mom his universe during that stage when attachment parenting doesnt even begin to touch the glorious extremity of that new baby bond. And Olivia is like me in a lot of ways (we both talk frequently and loudly, for example), but thankfully shes radically different on the delicate flower front.

She shows up at her first-ever day of big-kid school, in a new country, without knowing a soul. We get to the playground fence on the other side of which the junior kindergarten classes congregate. I load on her knapsack, and Olivia walks right through the gate and doesnt look back.

So that leaves me and the dog, a neurotic rescue, to find ourselves out of sorts. I think the reason the two of us are the most confused in the family, the most anxious, is because both of our realities are fragile constructs both of our worlds rest wholly on familiarity and habit. We yearn to sniff our way along our daily routes.

I once talked to an eye doctor who explained how none of our eyes are really perfect matches, and our body just knows how to adjust for that. To tilt the head. To imperceptibly pull focus on one side and balance things out. And he gets people coming in, people whove never had issues with their vision, but something seems off, theyre getting headaches, they just cant see right. And he said its often related to some kind of personal trauma or shock to the system. Suddenly the head forgets its proper, reflexive, subconscious tilt, and everything appears out of whack.

Its kind of like that when you move a writer. Also, Im too old to make friends.

Im surprised at how much the idea of a border exacerbates making this place seem farther away from the States when, in a pinch, I could get in the car and be enjoying the view of Niagara Falls from the American side from New York State! in less than two hours. Im closer to Brooklyn than I was when I lived in Wisconsin or Iowa. Latitudinally, were south of Maine and Michigan and Vermont. Its the other-country of it all, coupled with my Yankee ignorance of Canada, that makes it feel so much more distant.

Also, the ignorance isnt mutual. During the most critical American election cycle of my life, Id run into my neighbour as we dragged recycling bins to the curb, and, no joke, hed say something like, Did you see Klobuchars fourth-quarter numbers? If Warren wants to keep her lead, she better hit harder on Medicare for All though I bet Biden takes the nomination in the end. And in response Id say, A premier is kind of like a governor, and a province is your version of a state!

I am trying to learn Where to mail a letter. Where the cash machines are. The name of a good pediatrician and someone who can watch the dog when were away. Also, someone gave Olivia a Canadian trivia pack meant for a five-year-old, which Rach and I promptly stole. Canada has one-fifth of the worlds freshwater, is the second-biggest country, has the longest common border, and on and on. At nights, when the kids sleep, we sit on the couch and quiz each other, getting everything wrong.

Its a continuation of a process started months before, on my second trip up to Canada that summer, taken alone, after Rach is too pregnant to fly. I make a quick one-day excursion to sign papers, to get keys, to meet all the people that need meeting so we can arrange the things that need arranging for our arrival. I schedule an early flight back, as prescribed by the obstetrician, who thinks it would be a shame if I happen to miss the babys birth.

I spend that night at Rachs aunt and uncles, whod moved to Toronto decades before. Sports-loving family that they are, we watch Game 5 of the NBA Championships, convinced its going to be the final game of the series, and the first ever NBA championship for the Raptors, and for Canada. After they win, were going to head straight downtown to meet, I guess, the whole rest of the country and join in celebrating the victory, just as Rachs aunt and uncle had done when the Blue Jays took their first World Series in 1992.

So I watch, and I root. I cheer when my hosts cheer. And as I make a real and concerted effort, my heart shifts. I want that win for the Raptors, my new team, and for Toronto, my new city, strange as that is to say. I try the feelings on for size both Canadianness and sportiness and I tell you, there is pride and joy and my shifted-heart swelling in the last seconds as the Raptors take the lead, followed by shock and deflation when the Warriors come back to win the game by a single point. We are devastated. Its honestly sad.

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Trying to be positive and to be cheery, I make some joke about what Ill do or say when I bump into the Raptors at the airport the next morning when the team flies to the States for Game 6.

When I get to the airport early the next day, its quiet and nearly empty as I walk the terminal following the American flag signs toward security. Along with a few other gobsmacked travellers pulling out laptops and stripping off belts, I freeze as, one after the other, entering at intervals as one might in a wedding march, the Raptors make their supertall, just-defeated way toward their charter. Kyle Lowry goes by hooded, and then Kawhi Leonard, minding his lanky business, strolls past me looking humble. The smattering of us, the scanners and scannees, all wanting to show our support, quietly clap them through.

Back in New York for Game 6, back with Rach in our tiny apartment, we get Olivia to bed and gear up to watch. It is a sweet, hopeful experience, as we nervously root for a team, knowing that what were nervously rooting for is that next stage of life, a baby a month away, a move two months away, a daughter who will stand at attention and sing O Canada every morning come fall. It brings back that two-worlds confusion I remember from all my years living in Jerusalem, when Id go into a movie theatre and watch everyone on screen running around New York, and Id dissociate until the lights went on and Id again find myself around the world and at home. Curled on the couch, we watch, and we holler, ecstatic, when the Raptors win. A muted cheer rings out on the corner of Washington and Greene.

We stay put when its done and watch the Raptors celebrate, a victory for their team, for their city and their country, a championship delivered by a roster on which only Chris Boucher, born in Saint Lucia, holds Canadian citizenship.

As they put words to emotions, as they try to absorb what theyve just accomplished, live on TV, Mr. Lowry offers his response. With the trophy gleaming at his side, that favourite son born and raised in North Philly looks into the camera, into all our Northern eyes, and says, Toronto! Canada! We brought it home, baby. We brought it home.

In Toronto, I try to find some hobby to anchor me. This isnt my first time at the new city rodeo. I know, as does Rachel, how quickly I turn lost, and lonely, and stop shaving, and start wearing the same sweatshirt day in and day out for weeks on end. Its like some mix of the Unabomber and Oscar the Grouch. Finding a non-writing activity usually helps.

When we moved to Madison for Rachs PhD studies, I took what we still call sadness pottery. Throwing lopsided bowls and too-tiny coffee mugs so helped me get settled that, after I got the hang of it, Id have stayed sitting at my pottery wheel on the edge of Lake Monona forevermore.

The year we spent on the Zomba plateau in Malawi for her fieldwork was, admittedly, a harder transition, me being used to regular electricity, and being able to call 911 in an emergency, and other perks like that. Still, once I found the one sort-of-functioning dirt tennis court and someone to teach me, I suddenly had my sanity back and, also, something that passes as a backhand by the end.

In Toronto I go with ice skating, which is a skill, like walking, that every able-bodied person here seems to have mastered. I show up at the arena eager for my first group lesson. I look for someone in charge, while admiring the tiny hockey players flying across the ice. I enter the little shop and find a man behind the counter who tells me to go to the locker room and lace up my skates.

Yes, super, that would be lovely, I tell him back. And I ask him for something in a size 9.

He looks confused and I look confused. He asks me if I brought skates for my lesson. And I ask him why I would have its an ice rink, thats where you trade in your shoes to get them. And I keep searching for a wall of cubbies behind him, one filled with the stinky old sneakers and muddy boots left as collateral. And he, he just shakes his head.

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That, in total, is lesson one.

Apparently in Canada you bring your own skates to the neighbourhood rink. I walk outside crestfallen and bump into one of the parents I know from school. I tell her what happened. Without pause she says, Do you show up at a swimming pool and ask for a bathing suit? And I immediately understand the degree to which I dont understand.

What further confuses is the early trips I need to make home from home. Were barely in Toronto for a few days when Olivia and I have to fly back to New York for my nephews wedding.

I end up waking Olivia hours early to catch a morning flight. We pass through airport security and, at customs, I hand over our passports to the agent and smile very weirdly as I do whenever I face anyone in a position of authority. As my friends have long pointed out, I look like Im guilty of murder whenever I try to look innocent in any way. The agent thinks Im guilty, too. He doesnt wave us through. Instead, he keeps asking me questions about what food I might have. I didnt think I had any food. And then I remember, I have Olivias airport snacks, packed at two in the morning during a period of the day I like to call my me time.

I say, A mozzarella cheese stick, which doesnt seem to satisfy. So I put myself back in the kitchen and walk through my own little cheddar-bunny-fuelled memory palace, naming the contents of Olivias bento-to-go plastic lunchbox. Then I say, Ummm, like, three apple slices? which is apparently what hes after. He alerts me to the fact that getting caught crossing borders with a segmented apple is a serious crime.

Now he is upset, and, it seems, America is upset. We expect more of you, he says. Also, he doesnt seem to be letting it go.

The problem with the charges as I see them is, I wasnt caught with anything. I admitted it freely. And Olivia and I hadnt yet gone anywhere, as the wrong was currently being righted before wed even passed his desk. Also, if the agent really wants to get into it, had my unwitting mission been successful, we werent really crossing a border with that apple at all. For the short journey to New York from Toronto, one passes through U.S. customs on the Canadian end of things. So, what Im really trying to stress is that Pearson International Airport is mostly in Mississauga but for a sliver of airfield that reaches into Torontos western district of Etobicoke. My plan was to feed Olivia those apple slices while she played a game called Finger Skate on the germ-covered iPads bolted down to the tables by our gate tables very much resting atop Canadian soil, on the traditional lands of the Anishinaabe, the Chippewa, the Haudenosaunee, the Huron-Wendat and the Mississaugas of the Credit.

What his desk demarcates is actually a liminal space, a sweet in-between world, a concept my academic wife taught me about, and whose academic appointment is what brought us here. But I dont say any of that.

At this point, a second officer leads Olivia and me off to another room to face yet another pair of officials, perched behind a different desk. One of the two women asks to be presented with the offending bento box. And the other, donning plastic gloves, unfastens the fasteners, and stares at those slices in their little purple plastic compartment, before lifting them out as you might a condom you found floating in your pumpkin spice latte.

Im honestly afraid they are going to ban me from entry into the U.S. over this. Ive been reading articles about random detentions at the U.S.-Canadian border, about five-year bans being given to unsuspecting Canadians for no reason at all, and I wonder, with our heightened Yankee xenophobia, if an American can be banned from America for the crime of transporting a Red Delicious.

Thats when it hits me: If Im stuck in Canada, where am I stuck at home or away from home? The question continues to nag after were given our passports and whats left of Olivias snacks, and allowed to head on our way.

In New York, Olivia and I check into a hotel in Chelsea, a neighbourhood that had been a central part of my life for more than 30 years. The concierge, looking out at the avenue, says, The entrance to the High Line is on the next block and And I interrupt and say, Yes, so is the entrance to my shrinks office, which I cant believe comes out of my mouth. But I really feel threatened by the act of being given directions to anywhere in New York. I want her to know that the deli, the deli right over there, is the deli that knows I like my turkey sandwich on a Kaiser roll. And I want to show her in which red brick tower my buddy Pete, from college, grew up. I want her to know that I remember when Tramps played live music and the Limelight was a club, and how amazing it was to show up at Florent for a steak frites at 3 a.m. I want to tell her what the neighbourhood looked like in the nineties, before they built all these hotels, and which businesses were in the storefronts that are other storefronts now. I want her to know that before that High Line was the High Line, two of my best friends fell in love making a movie atop that spur, when it was nothing but weeds and wildflower and broken bottles littering forgotten train tracks.

And that is what Ive already lost in the few days since leaving. Ive lost the right to lay claim. It reminds me of all the years when I had long, long hair, a giant nest of curls that are easiest described by asking you to picture Cher, circa Moonstruck, or maybe the drummer from the metal band Ratt. When I cut it off, I swore never to be the middle-aged man, of the infinite middle-aged men, who used to come up to me and, unbidden, say, I used to have hair like that.

Right then, I cede ownership. I vow never to answer as I have just answered this nice person, only trying to enhance my visit to New York. I vow never to say, I used to have a city like this.

We have our family night, our New York night. We celebrate the commitment being made as the couple stands before a wall of windows beyond which the Hudson River how much of my life have I spent beside it rolls by. The night goes late enough for a four-year-old that Olivia, out of nowhere, says, The problem is, I want to stay at the party, but I also want to go lay down. And so I lift up my girl and carry her out into the silence. We walk the quiet city streets in our finery, the endless construction sites empty for the evening, the traffic died down, and if there are horns honking or sirens screaming, they dont register a perfect peaceful night.

In the morning, already dreaming of getting back to Rach and little Sammy, to my crazy soulmate of a dog, I fly back to Canada with Olivia, the first time ever with the notion of it being a return. We make our way to immigration at the airport in Toronto. We face a Canadian officer who checks our documents and asks us where were headed. Its then, I look to Olivia and think of the new life just begun, and I tell him, Were headed home to our family. Baby, were headed home.

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The Maine Millennial: ‘Small happiness’ was there, even in 2020 – Press Herald12.27.20

Despite various minor disasters befalling us like the house being invaded by thousands of bees in the summer technically speaking, this wasnt the worst year on record for my family.

That distinguished title belongs to the 12-month span between July 2017 and July 2018. In that circle round the sun, my dad, my uncle, my grandmother and my dog all died. And while that experience put my psyche through a thresher, my emotional scar tissue made me tough and resilient. Spending months in isolation isnt my favorite thing in the world, but compared to that, its a (socially distanced) walk in the park.

One good thing about being a recovering alcoholic is that sobriety is, in and of itself, an accomplishment. If you go to bed at night free and sober, youve accomplished something, even if you stayed in your pajamas all day. I didnt learn to make sourdough in quarantine; I didnt learn a new language. But I stayed sober. And thats something. 2020 has been full of failures, on scales small and large, but that has been one small success for me. June was my second sober anniversary and I got myself another tattoo to celebrate. The green pine tree and blue North Star have settled on the inside of my wrist like they were born there.

And I taught Janey a new command. Now, in addition to sit, down and wait, she knows over when were walking along the road and a car approaches, I say the word, she walks over to the side of the road and sits at my feet. That was the first time I ever taught her a command, and I have to say I was pretty pleased with myself.

Plus, I havent missed a column deadline yet. Though I know I make it look easy, there have been many times this year where my writers block was more like writers mountain. But you move a mountain one stone at a time.

For most of this most hellacious year I thought I was doing pretty good coping with the global pandemic, unemployment, isolation and being single. And then in September I got shingles. Turns out they can be caused in part by stress. Now, getting through two weeks of nerve pain without any painkillers, that was tough. The shingles incident was probably the closest Ive come to relapse since my grandmothers passing one month into sobriety. But I got through it. I burned through a lot of scented candles, but I got through it. And now Ive got a bunch of pox-like scars wrapping around my ribcage as a permanent reminder of 2020. (They say millennials are sensitive snowflakes; my epidermis definitely is.)

We did have wins in the family this year. My sister moved into her first apartment. (Lets hope that she learns from my many mistakes and the independence sticks.) My mom published her first book in seven years in the middle of a pandemic to (I must brag) critical acclaim and, more importantly, the cheers of her readers. I got elected to my towns Planning Board, which is very cool if you are a government nerd like me. Janey the dog went from being 85 percent house trained at the beginning of the year to an astounding 98 percent! Maine celebrated our bicentennial of statehood. 2020 may have robbed us of our planned celebrations, but nothing can take our age away from us! Happy birthday, Maine.

Is my life going the way I was hoping it would when 2020 started? Of course not. My life wont be going the way I want until Im married to Timothee Chalamet and/or Anna Kendrick and living on a private island surrounded by two or three dozen rescue dogs. But this year has caused my sense of gratitude to grow wild and flourish. In the gray haze after Dad died, I thought I would never feel big happiness again, so I had to focus on the small happinesses, the bright and fleeting ones, wherever I saw them. A fat bird on a branch outside the window. The Big Dipper in the backyard. A particularly well-made cup of coffee.

Unlike so many Americans, my family has not been in danger of hunger or homelessness this year. We are lucky. We are blessed. We may not have much but we have enough, and thats fine with me. As E.B. White put it, I would really rather feel bad in Maine than good anywhere else. I am most grateful for Maine and its beauty and its resilience. I dont understand why people live anywhere else, but Im glad they do, because if everyone lived in Maine the traffic would be unbearable.

All the same, I am ready to leave 2020 in the rear view mirror; a stripe of roadkill in the road of our life.

Victoria Hugo-Vidal is a Maine millennial. She can be contacted at:[emailprotected]Twitter: mainemillennial

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