We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
It's a slice of America, and Mr. Sullivan has, I think rightly, recognized that colorful local online news is part of the future of journalism as the dead tree approach dies its slow death. Only problem: do people in Maine have internets?
How does one market a new online local (ie statewide) newspaper? Rent a billboard? Where?
Mr. Sullivan, if not completely nuts, is dang near there. Every day he defies death with his various antics, and on weekends it's all "Katie, Bar The Door!!" each night and each day. I live in fear of his imminent demise and in awe of his performance. He's got a way with words, too, and I'm just amazed that some of those words haven't sued him for breach of promise, or slander. Maybe both. He doesn't live a charmed life, but he got his mojo workin'.