It’s enough to upset a breakfast of Cap’n Crunch, or a deep sleep, or a call to duty — but in Maine? J.P. Devine asks.
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J.P. Devine: H2N3 and the usual suspects
It’s everywhere, and all it takes is a touch of a hand from a smiling clerk or a sweet innocent to catch — yes, that’s right — the flu, writes J.P. Devine.
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J.P. Devine: I’ve been colder
In a train yard near Lake Michigan, waiting for a bus in Manhattan, on guard duty in Texas, but never cold and afraid like the other day at 5 in the morning, writes J.P. Devine.
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J.P. Devine: Two election colluders from Russia
Agent Mishka, who sounds a lot like J.P. Devine, talks with a fellow colluder in Hollywood about how well he’s settled into his niche in Waterville.
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J.P. Devine: Just the two of us
After the bustle and warmth of six happy people on Christmas, quiet and cold descend during the wait for the phone call from those safely home to the two of us, just the two of us, writes J.P. Devine.
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J.P. Devine: The holiday kid
Lucrative hotel work in the big city made for a good life, especially during the holidays, J.P. Devine writes.
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JP Devine: Something happened that changed the world
As sure as the 9-year-old angel with cardboard wings who lives inside him, J.P. Devine writes that he believes something happened 2,000 years ago that changed the world.
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J.P. Devine: Heaven comes to Hallowell
In a dream only J.P. could have, Jimmy Stewart gives him the lowdown on the location of his acting troupe’s next set.
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J.P. Devine: Ms. Kramer and Jack — a love story
A recent death in the family reveals the tender relationship between a dog and a bird, J.P. Devine writes.
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The stranger on the cold streets of Boston
You just never know who you might bump into from far away and impossibly long ago, writes J.P. Devine.