By: Steve Mckay I remember the exact moment I first spied the back of my noggin as it is presently constituted. Me ‘n the Mrs. were in one of the girly clothing stores at the Bangor Mall, and while my wife was trying-on some girly-type clothes,… Read More
    It was a frigid night in February 1791, when Joseph Junin died. A fur trader from a settlement on the Penobscot River, Junin was found on the floor of his home with a gunshot wound in the head, surrounded by luxurious furs, or so the story goes. Read More