Pat Taub
Country Snapshots
I’ve been spending most of the week this summer at my country retreat in Waldoboro, Maine. Last Sunday, with two old friends, I attended a dinner at a pig farm that hosts monthly meals in their charming meadow. Here’s two photos from the dinner: a mama pig and her piglets and tables ready for guests. It was a little disconcerting to visit the pigs and then to be served barbecued pig!
Farmer’s Market
At the Farmer’s Market in Damariscotta, Maine, this morning, I purchased an amazing goat cheese in a pesto marinade. I’ve used it in salads and on pasta. The personable cheese maker, who sells her cheese from the back of her truck, was wearing this amusing T-Shirt that read “Fake Boyfriend.” She told me it was the name of a band she was part of a few years back in Asheville, NC.
Democratic Convention
I applaud Biden’s theme for taking America out of the darkness, but I wanted to hear more policy particulars. How will he do that? He promised to create jobs. Which ones in particular and will there be any green jobs? I was very disappointed that young Congressional progressives like AOC were sidelined while a half a dozen Republicans gave speeches. I didn’t hear any real attempt to bring Bernie supporters into the tent. Please give me policy and not bromides!
AOC delivering her one minute speech at the Democratic Convention.
US Postal Mess
It’s maddening to read about Trump’s blatant efforts to sabotage the election in broad daylight. His Post Master General has seen to the removal of sorting machines and mailboxes while eliminating overtime pay for postal workers. This Saturday there will be demonstrations across the country in front of local post offices. I plan to join one. I hope these actions continue beyond Saturday until enough pressure results in seeing our customary postal services restored.
LA Times photo showing mailroom chaos in a deliberately forced slow- down of mail delivery.
Grandson Max
My grandson Max will turn 15 next week. I always think of him as the “Katrina Baby,” because he was born just as Hurricane Katrina was devastating New Orleans. Being confined to the house, my daughter-in-law and I were glued to the TV news, watching in disbelief as poor Black residents were stranded on rooftops, barred from leaving the city and forced into New Orleans’s Superdome where they were piled on top of one another with barely any water and toilets. They were treated like animals. It was wrenching to see this unfold.
Max performing for a family Zoom call a few months ago
