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By Tom Seymour | Sep 12, 2020

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The verdict regarding whether Waldo will finally see broadband internet service has not yet been rendered. Other than that, I have no municipal news to report. The town of Waldo is usually quiet, but now, with the pandemic, things have slowed to a standstill. To my knowledge, Election Day is the next item of significance, municipal-wise.

So it’s on to other things. Labor Day was an unusual one for me. It began well and ended on a sour note.

First, I went to the store in the morning and bought a coffee and breakfast sandwich. On the way to the register, I almost bumped into a young man holding three ice-cold cans of Coke. I waved him to the register, but he refused and insisted I go first, deferring to age, perhaps.

I was hesitant to take his offer, but then he said, “People who turn down gifts from strangers might be turning down something God wants them to have.” So I went first.

This young man was one of the most polite and friendly persons I’ve met in some time and it was refreshing, a great way to begin the day. Things went downhill from there. The day previous, I had gone to Hannaford, something unusual for me. I found fresh oysters in the seafood section and asked the clerk if they were Maine oysters. She didn’t know, but said they were farm raised. That made me think of Damariscotta River and other such Maine places, so I bought a bunch for my Labor Day feast.

On Labor Day afternoon I first made some hot seafood sauce and then began opening my oysters. The first seemed OK, but the second had no liquid in it and smelled a bit off. The third one had a small, dead crab inside, which disgusted me. I threw oyster and crab away. The next one also had a dead crab inside. So I discarded all the oysters, a real waste at $1.50 a pop. Hannaford should be ashamed. My suggestion? Make absolutely certain any oysters you buy are from Maine.

Oh, my Labor Day “feast” was downgraded to warmed-up beans and a salad.

Perchin’ prediction

If you can, I suggest going fishing this week. Water temperatures have cooled slightly, putting fish in a more active mode than during the recent hot-weather times.

The namesake of this section, white perch, should be on the prowl now. Fish in no more than 20 feet of water and look for schools. Those putting in at daybreak may well see huge schools of silvery perch jumping and splashing on the surface. It’s a breathtaking sight.

Weekly quote

“September dries up wells, or breaks down bridges.” — Old English saying

 

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