I read and hear about all the muck and mire that goes on in our nation’s capital, Washington, D.C. Although our elected leaders liberally wield their paint brushes, attempting to create a Picasso, which in the final analysis emerges like something I might paint in grammar school. I could make a mess when painting the side of our woodshed.

My late wife, Ginny and I fell in love with Boothbay Harbor about 1950. About 12 years later, while contemplating our future over a margarita  in a small Tex-Mex bistro just north of San Diego, we decided to throw in the Massachusetts towel and make Boothbay Harbor our home. We never looked back nor regretted our move.

The following six or seven Boothbay Harbor years of Ginny’s life were her happiest. Many bright spots supported our decision, and a recent event, as reported in our local paper, the Boothbay Register, by editor Kevin Burnham is indeed a shining star.

Kevin’s story about the awards ceremony and Jason Maddocks presenting his MVP plaque to Tom Cornell says something very special about our region and our young people. I have a gut feeling that this sort of thinking is quite common with our young folks.

There were bad apples in my age group when I was in my late teens, but taken as a whole, they accomplished miracles during and after World War II. I’ll sleep better tonight — thanks Jason and Tom for standing so tall, and thanks Kevin for making more of us aware of what our next generation is all about.

Walter Scott
Boothbay Harbor