I'm forced to read the local papers now
. They're uniformly dreadful. But every once in a great while, there are some bright spots. I like finding people working on the edge of the map and the sharp edge of honest commerce, too. Local papers in the middle of nowhere are like that sometimes. Local papers can't afford to have all editorials disguised as news stories, all the time, and still make a buck. People in small towns can't tell half their fellow citizens to pound sand with impunity in most any walk of life.
I've discovered the piquantly masted Fiddlehead Focus
recently, which serves the far-northernmost communities in Maine, around Fort Kent
. Ya gots ta get in the hammah lane fah a lawng time to get there from heah, I'm tellin' you what, is what I mean, jeezum crow; but if you read their paper you feel like neighbors. If you read the Bangor Daily News
and felt like they were your neighbors, you'd stop reading immediately and move farther away, after bathing in bleach. The Fiddlehead Focus
"Doing the needful," as the Indianism goes, gets done in the local papers. The quotidian details of life get reported accurately. But who says accurate means dull? The Fiddlehead Focus Fort Kent police blotter
is a wonder.
14:20 - A caller reports that a man is walking his dogs without a leash.
14:27 - A man reports he lost his dog.
15:09 - A man found his dog.
That's three straight entries in the log. What a story! For pathos; excitement; suspense; character development -- for those of us looking for a touching denouement, with a hint of the scolding of hubris -- what story can compete with that? Hemingway couldn't touch it. It's a daisy.
There's hundreds of entries, not because Fort Kent is a hotbed of crime, but just the opposite; when nothing much happens in a Police station, you tend to write everything down. In Chicago they only report the murders if the corpses are stacked high enough to topple over and discomfit a passerby. They're missing the wonder of life:
There are unusual things on the road in Fort Kent:
16:05 - A man requests that the police escort him through town, because he is coming in with a combine machine.
17:16 - A man calls regarding an orange vehicle.
07:59 - A caller needs a permit to haul a shed.
12:47 - An officer spoke to the road crew and they put the light back on at Main and Pleasant.
There is love, and loss, and redemption:
17:35 - A woman would like to have an officer call her.
05:50 - The Quebec police are looking for a woman that stayed the
weekend at the university, but she failed to return home when she
21:47 - A woman asks for an officer to come by a convenience store.
10:09 - A female came to the station to see the chief.
10:14 - A female left the station with the chief.
People trust the local police, and rely on them overmuch, perhaps:
12:12 - A caller asked for the phone number to the unemployment office.
09:30 - A man calls to ask if his dog is at the station. It is.
20:50 - A woman wants to know when Catholic Mass begins on Sunday.
09:41 - Caller has questions about a glasses case.
10:53 - A woman reports she found her wallet.
19:23 - A man is at the station looking for saddlebags. They are not here.
12:01 - Caller asks, "Is it raining?" Dispatcher writes, "Drizzle."
They still farm up north in a serious way, and so there's more than just dogs in the report -- and by the by, the last two items look related to my eye, somehow:
16:49 - A woman reports that there is a loose herd of goats near Winterville.
10:39 - A man is at the station for a squirrel cage.
10:56 - A man reports there are dead mice all over his yard.
19:57 - A woman reports a stray cat is near the credit union.
The kids are alright in Fort Kent, but being human, they do get up to things:
16:25 - A caller reports that kids are fighting on the levee.
17:48 - A caller reports thee is a group of young kids smoking behind a local restaurant.
19:45 - Caller says kids are making a lot of noise behind a local
convenience store, goofing off. The caller said two of the vehicles
have loud exhaust systems and are the two worst ones.
17:50 - Caller reports there is a kite in a telephone line. They cut the string and let it fall down.
17:11 - A caller reports that dirt bikes and ATVs are doing wheelies behind a convenience store.
17:44 - 911. The caller hung up. The dispatcher called back and spoke
to a person who said a son dialed 911, and "he's in trouble."
We can't go on together, with suspicious minds:
16:36 - A man calls to report that somebody with long hair is going down the riverbank.
16:50 - A caller from the Madawaska Police Department says there is an ambulance coming in with a patient who "...may act up."
20:24 - A person reports someone is yelling or screaming in the trees near a residential street.
The grammar and orthography in the Focus isn't bad by newspaper standards, although there are about a dozen different entries that refer to a "loose dog" wandering around. I think they mean there's a dog loose, but I might be wrong. I've never been to Fort Kent, and their attitude towards the mores of stray dogs might differ from my own. The editor is a wag, though:
22:00 - Four women return a fire axe that fell off a truck that was
heading to the St. John fire. The women want this in the police
blotter. (Editor's note: You got it.)
Even the crooks are honest in Fort Kent, apparently:
14:33 - A man calls to see if the police have a warrant for him.
Fort Kent is an out-of-the-way place, and apparently there are no US Senators or pop singers in town:
18:23 - A woman with the recreation department reports nothing is happening at the bathroom.
There's a lot of what would pass for low-hanging fruit, arrest-wise, elsewhere, but I have a feeling the local police must bore a lot of dry holes before they strike a gusher:
04:40 - Caller reports there is a fight in the trailer park.
05:13 - Officer reports no one is fighting.
15:47 - A caller reports that a pick-up on Caribou Road is making a bunch of noise.
16:03 - An officer reports the noisy vehicle is parked right now.
A bona fide, gold-edged, hand-tooled, leather-bound, honest-to-goodness joke appears in the listings:
02:36 - An officer, state trooper and a prisoner arrive at the station.
And the capstone of the proceedings, the single most lovely sentiment I've ever read in any police blotter:
22:20 - A man called to say he "...had a good day. Nothing bad happened."
God bless us, every one!
And don't forget to read The Rumford Meteor, or you won't know what it says.