Maine infected me at the age of 12, in Brunswick, on a family trip from Minnesota. The bug was more or less dormant until I moved to Boston in the late 70s, spread a little in flirtations with the mountains and lakes of New Hampshire and Vermont, and now, with the bemused tolerance of my wife Cynthia Dockrell, has set in without cure.
About Me
- Jim Krosschell
- Retired publishing executive ecstatic with the idea of spending most of his time on the coast of Maine
Sunday, July 6, 2008
Apostrophe
I don't know if it's laziness or cussedness, but the world seems to vacillate between Owls and Owl's, sometimes in the same document, when talking about this town. Of course, if you don't use the apostrophe, there's little sense in it (a head with multiple owls?), which is why I don't. It's good to be nonsensical. Besides, no one can even say how the town got its name in the first place. From the way the promontory hosting the lighthouse looks? From a transliterated Indian name? You have to be cross-eyed in the first case, and starry-eyed in the second. Or just be ornery. (I wonder if town meeting has debated this?)
I'm for accepting both little mysteries. Grammar and sense should fail every once in a while. Don't try to explain sun and fog.
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