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Another Bucksport Story—An Ice Holiday

As I write this, it is winter here in Maine. Yesterday, I went ice skating and remembered so fondly many skating experiences in my life—especially my young life. Here is a story of a day spend on the ice from a half century ago. For more stories about my high school years, click here. — One morning, when the sun promised to be bright and the sky clear, as we sat down to breakfast at refectory tables, on a day that seemed to be a day just like every other day in January, Father Guy would announce, “Aujourd’hui, c’est un

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