Once a shadowy crime scene with the odor of a morgue and dust balls in the corners, the broom room has been transformed into an enhanced space that J.P. Devine is proud to call his own handiwork.

Separating the stereotypes from the serious this Father’s Day, J.P. Devine wonders what to make of the celebration.

Humor, and horror, await those this summer who pass by the Rugosa rose bush, J.P. Devine writes.

Naming kids and dogs has always been a fun pastime, but J.P. Devine wonders about the names coming during the pandemic.

Reflecting on magical events in Waterville’s Sacred Heart Church, J.P. Devine sees a future there as colorful as the past.

Not sure whether to wear a mask anymore, J.P. Devine is ready to breathe and join the party.

Snowbirds will notice plenty of changes around town, but J.P. Devine asks that you please get your vaccine shot before strolling the sidewalks.

In order to find new material, J.P. Devine ponders a job at the front desk of a new downtown hotel.