July 24, 1998 |
Responding to popular demand, Congress is considering three major plans that purport to address Americans' fears that their health insurance won't pay for the care they will need if they get sick. With expansive titles--the "Patients' Bill of Rights" and the "Patients' Protection Act"--the plans are supported by glowing rhetoric from both political parties. But analyses of the fine print by health-care experts provide a far less reassuring picture of what the plans would do.
September 14, 2003 |
Bill Reid remembers the scene vividly: A man from a nearby lepers' village emerged from the jungle and begged in the street of the African city where Reid worked as a Peace Corps advisor. Taking pity, Reid flipped a paper cedi, then worth about $15 in Ghana. Overcome with tears of thanks, the afflicted man then begged, "Help my village."
June 11, 1998 |
Tony Marquis pulled into port with considerably more cod than the law lets him land. Federal fish enforcers ordered him to stay docked the next day as penance, which left him less than repentant. "They're fish. I'm a fisherman. I got a net. This is what I do," Marquis said, rationalizing loudly as he angled his vessel into a weather-beaten wharf at the end of a long day at sea. "That's why they call it fishing."
December 29, 1991 |
A decade ago, this historic port, the easternmost city in the United States, was a picture of desolation. One Maine tour guide said it had "a haunting, end-of-the-world feel." Most storefronts downtown were boarded up, and a Maine humorist joked that Eastport's biggest event was its empty-building festival. The once-thriving sardine industry was virtually dead, its canneries crumbling. Eastport's largest employer had laid off 175 workers, and panic set in.
May 5, 1991 |
Developer Ed von Papen looks at the old Underwood sardine cannery and sees an opportunity to make money--a place to build a "boatel" and marina for tourists and their yachts. Fisherman Gene Lawson looks at the boarded-up factory--at its peeling paint and weathered wharf--and sees recent history repeated. Once again, the tourist industry is muscling out the fishing industry. But Lawson and 65 other fishermen who work out of Bass Harbor are drawing the line.
November 17, 1991 |
Somewhere in the dark forests, or perhaps out beyond the whitecapped bays, winter waits, growling in the night, and Maine, vulnerable and apprehensive in this season of discontent, is hunkering down. With trees stripped bare of leaves and the smell of wood smoke in the frosty air, the monied summer colony has boarded up its coastal homes and headed south.
June 28, 2005 |
Every day this time of year, Vicki Cisco and Herbert Moon leave home at dawn and take their 14-foot aluminum skiff to a nearby tidal flat. Starting when the tide is lowest, they squat in the mud for six hours, digging for clams with gloved hands and pitchforks adapted to serve as hoes. In a normal season, the couple bring in $300 to $400 a day, enough to see them through the harsh winter months.