Waldo Town News
by Tom Seymour
How many other Waldo residents have had trouble convincing companies and individuals that they live in Waldo rather than Waldoboro? I certainly have. One magazine used to have my address as “194 East Waldoboro Road.” I still got the magazine, too, which says much for the rural mail carrier here in town.
Sometimes a devious streak in me surfaces and when someone is obviously perplexed trying to figure out the difference between Waldo and Waldoboro, I’ll say it’s Waldo, in Waldo County. That almost always leads to irresolvable confusion. In for a dime, in for a dollar, I say.
As bad as the “Waldoboro” thing is, I think the “Where’s Waldo?” question is worse, simply because it is inevitable. I buy specialized garden seed from Vermont Bean Company, which, by the way, is located in Michigan. Anyway, this spring as in every spring, when I phoned in my order, the nice lady on the other end of the line asked with a barely concealed chortle, “Where’s Waldo?” Sigh.
Under The Feeder
The only entries this week are from me. A hummingbird appeared at my place on Wednesday and I immediately put out a sugar-water feeder. The bird recognized it and began feeding. And then on Thursday night while viewing the amazing rings of Saturn with my telescope, I heard a familiar buzzing. Friday morning revealed the source of the sound, a dead June bug on my doorstep. By the way, trivia fans, June bugs are also known as “May beetles.”
I admit to having hardly any luck at all and that this has been the worst spring for fishing that I have ever seen. Hopefully things will change and perhaps, others have had better luck. As for me, things can only look up.
“I don’t believe people should be able to own guns.” – President Barak Obama.