Bayville Beat, Boothbay Register, August 16, 2007
By Peter Jordan
Columnist

My network of stringers, confidential informants, political insiders, and paparazzi has obstinately refused to turn in a lick of news this week. Apparently either nothing happened in Bayville last week, Bayvillians had so much going on that they couldn't pause to talk about it, or they're so profoundly ashamed of what they're really up to that the last thing in the world they want to do is see it in print in Rupert Murdoch's Register.

We'll never know who left that cottage at 3 a.m. the other night or who was imbibing what down at the dock. Forever buried in the mists of time are the facts about who fell overboard when the gap kept opening between dinghy and float, who let a skiff drift off Fishhawk when the tide rose, and who let a halliard fly free. And the dirty secret of who shuffled mixed paper in with his newspapers will never be known (except by the Roberts boys). A lot must have happened last week, but we're in the dark, and not just because it's a new moon.

If something happens when the moon comes up on your piece of Linekin shore this week, send an e-mail to peterjordan@mindspring.

com. Better yet, if your neighbors did something you want the rest of the Peninsula to know about, wrap a note around a rock, and throw it over the hedge (but don't hit a window, warns my editor!).