April 10, 2008

Be an Angel . . .

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Angels in My Home

Angel1 Angel2 These are my favorite cherubs, from a painting by Raphael. The small images are from a tote bag hanging on a doorknob in my living room.

I also have little magnets of these babies on my kitchen stove. Angels and cherubs are the children and adult versions of the same celestial beings; I think of cherubs as baby angels. They all have wings.

I have several more Woodangel3 of these charming creatures in my home. This wooden angel is on the wall next to my bed. And this saxophone-playing angel hangs from the reading lamp above my bed. He's about four inches long and he has the greatest pair of sneakers. I also am fond of his gold-colored patina.

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Standing on the floor below the bedroom window is this stone cherub. It's very heavy. And very cute! He'd actually be suitable for a garden ornament, but I like having him close by.

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Strolling through the dining room, I have a wonderful triptych that I bought eons ago at an auction in Philadelphia at Freeman's. These are adult angels, Gabriel and an unnamed woman.

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Triptych

They're special because they have gold wings.

The Birthday Angel

One evening eleven years ago I took a friend to dinner to celebrate her fiftieth birthday, and an angel became a focal point of the celebration. We went to the Eastland Hotel here in Portland, which has a dining room on the first floor.

Shortly after we were seated, an agitated man burst into the dining room, carrying a gigantic bunch of beautiful flowers in a vase.

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He hurried to the banquette next to us, placed the flowers in the middle of the table, and then approached us, saying: "I'm having dinner with a very special friend tonight—Angela." The man in the black leather coat, with a long scarf dramatically thrown across one shoulder then announced: "She's in the car, and I'm going to get her now. I'll be right back and then you can see for yourself. Don't go away."

I was thinking "You go away! And leave us alone, dammit!" He rushed out and within a couple of minutes was back, carrying a large angel doll, which he plopped down at the banquette. It was quite similar to this one, from the Franklin Mint.

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He said "This is Angela. Isn't she gorgeous?" Yes, she was beautiful, we had to agree. He then pulled out a camera and stuck it into my friend Deb's hand, telling her he'd like her to take some pictures of him with Angela, how this was his birthday, and that he'd spent his birthday last year in Los Angeles. He said "I'd like you to take a picture of me with my dinner companion." She complied with his wishes, snapping a few photos of the "odd couple."

He finally left us alone and went to sit down with his angel for his birthday dinner. There's nothing that I enjoy more than finding out people's "stories." Most have fascinating ones, even if they may not realize it. I love getting to know people. But this guy had crossed some sort of line in my psyche, where I just wanted him to get far away from me. I would like to know his story, but I didn't want to hear it from him. There was something about him that made me think he could drag us across an invisible marker and we'd wind up in The Twilight Zone, of the old Rod Serling TV series.

We managed to have our dinner without any other interruptions, and to commemorate the event Deb gave me this tiny book a couple of weeks later. Whenever I see it on my shelf I remember that bizarre man, who was touched—and with an angel.

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Emerson's Angels

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Doug Emerson, a talented photographer, is someone I was introduced to by this same friend. I didn't realize I'd known Doug for such a long time until I typed this in. Time does fly, doesn't it?

Doug is also an angel aficionado, and has taken many beautiful photos of angel statues.

Here are three of his delightful angel photographs.

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Maiden

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I'm always drawn to black and white photography. I'm having a difficult time trying to decide which of Doug's angels to bring home. And then it will be exciting deciding in which room the angel should live. I think I feel a need coming on to have an angel residing in my living room.

Oh, yes! I know the exact spot where it will go. It will be fun waiting for my new addition to arrive and become part of the household.

February 24, 2008

Winter Events

The Portland Police Department held its third annual Recognition Ceremony at a breakfast event held at the Holiday Inn by the Bay.

Officer of the Year

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Officer Robert Bickford was proclaimed Officer of the Year. Bob has been a member of the force since 1987. He's assigned to the Traffic Unit and has received numerous commendations during his years of service. He's also a very nice guy, and a credit to this community.

Congratulations, Bob!

Citizen Award

The young man in the center is John Lough, a nineteen-year-old Portland resident, who was given a citizen award for coming to the aid of a man who had been stabbed.

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Tom Kane, (a former Mayor of our fair city) along with his wife Maureen and son Jimmy, were also in attendance, since John Lough is their neighbor. That's Jimmy seated to the left of John Lough.

Commissioned Painting Unveiled

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Detective Sergeant Bruce Coffin unveiled a large painting he was commissioned to do by the Police Unions, depicting a roll call from the 1940s. It will be installed at Headquarters on Middle Street.

That's Chief Tim Burton on the left and Bruce Coffin on the right. If you'd like to see more of Bruce's paintings, read my article "Bruce Coffin: No Shortage of Talent."

Snow, Snow, and Yet More Snow

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It seems as though it has snowed every second or third day this winter. It's quite beautiful, although it does make getting around somewhat difficult. We've already used up the money allotted for snow removal this year, as have most of the other Maine communities.

Beautiful Winter Sunset

A phone call from my friend (and neighbor) Dave Brackett, alerted me to the lovely color of the sunset behind the snowy treetops.

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It's great to have people that are willing to take the time to let you know that something special is happening outside. Dave was also the person who alerted me to the presence of the barred owl around the corner.

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An Odd Coincidence

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[David Howe's roof creations]

My friend David Howe lent me this book, which he highly recommended. Titled American Ground: Unbuilding the World Trade Center, by William Langewiesche, it describes the daunting task of removing the 1.5 million tons of ruins from an incredibly dangerous site. And the author was there for six months, usually seven days a week; traversing the site day and night with those in charge of the massive cleanup (he refers to it as the "deconstruction"); attending meetings with the engineers. He became, in effect, part of the crew, and was privy to all of the problem solving that went on, and the many disagreements that came into play during the process.

Langewiesche states in the afterword that his aim was "to maintain the narrative's detachment," which he has done admirably well.

As an artist, I was very drawn to the cover illustration by Lynn Buckley. I kept looking at it from differing points of view; its vantage point and perspective; the drawn shapes; and the eeriness of the color. I found it fascinating.

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That afternoon I received a handwritten card from Annette Dragon, a dear friend and talented photographer, who moved from Maine to Rochester several years ago. Her card had a reproduction of a Grant Wood painting on its cover.

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I was startled when I saw the color of the fields in this painting. They were the same as those on the cover of the book I'd just gotten a few hours earlier. I placed the two objects side by side and just kept looking at them. These aren't colors that you'd normally run into placed next to one another, and especially in one day's time.

I e-mailed the two photos to my friend Kate O'Halloran, associated with the WMPG Thursday evening show "Big Talk," and this was her comment: "Interesting, too, how they're similar in color and tone, but different in texture—one all smooth and sinuous, the other uneven and crystalline."

Kate definitely has a way with words. I had been so focused on the color similarity that I hadn't even looked further.

House Portraits

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My friend Nini, who lives around the corner, commissioned me to do a scratchboard portrait of her home. I had a great time working on this project and I hope to do more of them.

She got the original scratchboard and plans to have note cards done with this image. She said she may also want to use it on letterheads.

What's New? Snow!

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Those tracks were not made by a cat. I think Mr. TinyToes (the skunk) has been venturing out in the snow. Poor thing! What's out there to eat these days? I wish I could help him get some nutrients. I'm quite fond of him and I miss seeing him, and those wonderful photo sessions we had last summer.

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I'm starting a new scratchboard of him and I'll show you the finished product when I'm done.

November 08, 2007

Serendipity: Abby Banks and Her Stencil Truck

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I certainly am a fickle bitch. I've fallen in love three times this past season. First the love affair with my garden woodchuck was rekindled, big time! Then I fell for a young skunk residing in my backyard. I can't tell you how many hours I spent waiting for that animal to appear, so that I could take photos of it. And now I've fallen in love with a truck! So . . . have you ever fallen for a truck? When I saw this one parked on my street the other day I was completely smitten. I was on my way to make my weekly pickup from Police Headquarters of the crime stats, for the articles I write in The West End NEWS.

I was driving down the hill at the time and I didn't have my camera with me. I could only hope the vehicle would be there when I returned, which was only going to be a matter of minutes.

The truck was still there when I got back. I rushed into the house, grabbed my camera, and went out to take some photos. I started at the rear, then did the driver's side, the hood, and the passenger side. That side was parked next to the curb so I wasn't able to get a full view of it that day. No matter. I did it in sections.

Why don't you take a little stroll around the truck with me? It's like taking a tour of a piece of sculpture. Here's the driver's side.

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I don't know who this gray creature is, but he has a lot of appeal to me. Looks like he could be a bit vicious if he had to, although his teeth aren't really mean looking. This yellow bug is neat also. And I do like yellow!Yellowbug

This blue animal is interesting. BluecreatureI have no idea whether he's a cartoon character that's well known, or if he's just been placed on the truck by someone who created the design at the spur of the moment. He has lots of personality, regardless of how he came about.

One of the stencil images that's repeated in many locations on the truck is the haunting face of Anne Frank, done in black and white.

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I recognized Frank's face immediately; it gave me chills. It's a beautiful rendition of her likeness. Here are some of the images on the passenger side of this well-decorated vehicle.

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I have no idea who this trio is, but they've been placed on the truck in great style.

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Here's another unknown face that's very well done. BlackmanIf he's anyone you're familiar with, please let me know. The hood had its own story to tell. HoodThere's not much room left for any other decorations. I enjoyed seeing this truck parked across the street, but I'm not sure I'd like to be traveling next to it or behind it in traffic. It could be a bit disconcerting. At least it would be for me, because I'd want to check out all the art on it, and that's not something you can easily do while driving.

I had great fun uploading my photographs that Friday evening. And I kept thinking about this truck, wondering who owned it, and why Anne Frank's face was so prominent on it.

When I got up Saturday morning the truck was still there. I decided which house this unknown person from Vermont might be visiting. At a decent hour I marched across the street, on a quest to find the truck's owner. I hit it right. The first house I went to, which I knew had several young people living in it, was the right one.

Timothy Findlen greeted me, and after stating my purpose, he said: "Oh, that's my friend Abby's truck. She'll be out in a minute."

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When Abby Banks entered the room, my first words to her were: "I love your truck." We bonded immediately. The vivacious 29-year-old artist/photographer couldn't have been more welcoming. She began answering my questions about her "Stencil Truck," as she refers to it, as though I had every right to barge into her friend's apartment on a Saturday morning and begin grilling her about her "wheels."

Banks is a member of The Tinder Box, a collection of artists and musicians renting studio space in Brattleboro, Vermont, where they host shows and visiting bands perform. She's originally from Claremont, California, but went to Vermont's Goddard College and is still friendly with many of those college chums, with Timothy Findlen being one of those.

When I asked about the Anne Frank image all over the truck, Banks said "There's a teenage girl named Natasha, who's very involved with The Tinder Box. She's the one who created that stencil." Natasha is a big fan of Neutral Milk Hotel, whose lead Jeff Mangum was emotionally overwhelmed after reading The Diary of a Young Girl by Anne Frank. He dedicated the album In the Aeroplane Over the Sea to her. Natasha made the stencil because of this and it's one that Banks is fond of.

If I'd never met Abby Banks, I wouldn't have known that on the roof of the wonderful 1997 Ford Ranger XLT, there's a giraffe stencil. It never would have occurred to me to even ask.

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Banks worked for the writer David Foster Wallace, author of Infinite Jest, but decided she wanted to pursue a career in art, which was her major. She prepared to leave California with no destination in mind, to take a trip of unknown length, and ended up in Asheville, North Carolina. She remained there five or six months, living in a shack on a friend's land. "I started collecting stencils there." Herman Munster was the first art to be placed on the red truck.

Asheville was "too distracting; there was so much going on." Banks decided to leave and head for Brattleboro, where she had some college friends. It was a good choice.

Abby first became aware of the term "punk house" when she was a teenager. "I was very punk; that was my thing. I was being a punk, using the meaning in a larger sense, beyond music." After visiting a friend living in a punk house in San Pedro, California, Abby decided she wanted to take a cross-country trip, which began in August 2004, to do a photo-documentary of these houses with the idea of having a book made of the photographs. "Punk houses are places inhabited by musicians, artists, writers, anarchists, squatters," in Abby's view, "where people with alternative lifestyles can live together cheaply and pursue their interests. It's this generation's rebels; people who are questioning society and the status quo." She continues "Some of the parents of those living in punk houses were hippies," but she says "the feeling is different. It changes from house to house." Banks says there are "pragmatic reasons for many of the punk houses, such as bands living together."

When she told Timothy Findlen, musician/writer/videographer about her idea, he said he was available to join her on such a trip. Tim flew out to California and the two set out on an odyssey lasting for three and a half months. Findlen has a band called Jerk Off Jack Off Frig Face, and he thought he might be able to peddle some of his CDs along the way.

"I wanted to be meeting happy people living together," Banks stated. Abby's favorite punk house was in Seattle, Villa Kula, where a 24-year-old woman was the head of the household. A week was spent there and several book pages depict this house. "It was hard to find," said Banks. "There was lots of stuff in the yard with plants growing around everything."

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[Photograph of Villa Kula by Abby Banks]

Another favorite was Seattle Institute for Applied Piracy, where "a group of kids bought land and built cabins, some of which were in trees."

An introduction to Thurston Moore, frontman of Sonic Youth, led to their collaboration and a book contract with Harry N. Abrams for Punk House: Interiors in Anarchy, just released this October. Abby Banks is now America's punk-house maven.

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When asked if any of the 65 houses visited "creeped her out," Banks didn't hesitate. She said of a Denver warehouse space. "I felt weird there. There were no windows; lots of dogs; tough people. I felt unsafe." They didn't hang around very long. This was not the norm, however. "Usually houses were friendly and we were led from one to another." Another quality possessed by punk houses is their ephemeral nature. Banks says "Ninety percent of the houses in the book are gone."

This caused a little snag regarding the book contract because the publisher required releases to be signed for the images in the book. A trip to the Midwest for a giant punk rock concert solved the problem. Most of the people in the book were there, and they were able to provide contact information to Banks for those that weren't.

An uh-oh experience on the trip came in Tennessee when the Stencil Truck was stopped by police for speeding. "We were driving too fast because we were almost out of gas and it was late." Banks said "We had just organized the back of the truck. The police took everything out and brought drug dogs to sniff everything. They spoke to each of us separately, making certain our stories matched." Which they did. The dogs were to suffer disappointment that night, because there was nothing to find. Banks said the police couldn't understand how they could exist traveling across the country in this manner.

When asked whether she had a romanticized view of punk houses before the trip, Banks said, "Yes, totally. I felt really inspired and very positive. The trip was beyond what I thought it might be. I met lots and lots of people, really good musicians. I'm still in contact with many of the people."

Since the publisher isn't sending Banks on a promotional tour for the book, she decided to do her own, and in her own "punky" style. She and Findlen left around October 18 for a six-week jaunt through part of the Midwest and then down the East Coast to New Orleans. As part of the bookstore events, the duo will be showing Tim's silent movie titled The True Story of Punk House. Movie

This is a scene from the movie, shot in front of my house, before I knew what this was all about. That's Abby Banks and Andrew Jawitz, Tim's roommate. Banks will also have a slide show, and do the usual routine, discussing her book and signing purchased books. I hope there will be lots of those leaving the store.

They'll spend nights at various punk houses and they'll be doing music and a puppet show, "Over a Cardboard Sea." Before leaving on the trip, Banks returned to Portland, where she and Findlen were making puppets for the show. They invited me to come over and hang out with them while they were working on the puppets and allowed me to photograph their results.

Here's Abby at work in Tim's basement, creating some mermaids for the show.

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And here are the completed mermaids, ready to dance along during the tour.

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Paintbox Pyramid

These are some of the other puppets from the show: the cardboard sea; jellyfish; a polar bear; the moon. That's Abby's decorated paintbox and some other assorted puppets and props that were in the basement. This is my favorite puppet, made by Timothy Findlen. I'm not certain that it has gone on this trip, but it's certainly worthy of being shown.

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And here's another image created by Timothy Findlen: a snouch.

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I think the Stencil Truck needs a snouch somewhere. Don't you?

Here's Abby Banks introducing the jellyfish to a mermaid. I got a kick out of her little black dress, and was pleased to notice that she wore one red and one blue sock. That made the outfit.

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Pat The Bunny, of Wingnut Dishwashers Union, has gone with the duo for their book tour. He'll be performing at night with them. Then he'll be leaving in January for a two-month tour of Australia. Here he is relaxing at the Findlen/Jawitz apartment.

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Portlanders will have to wait until after this tour ends before they get an opportunity to enjoy one of these performances. Abby plans to make arrangements here after returning from this trip, around Thanksgiving. So be on the lookout for the Stencil Truck and make sure you catch one of their shows.

May 04, 2007

Joseph K. Loughlin: Protecting a Great City

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Portland, Maine

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Joe Loughlin grew up in the New York metropolitan area. He came to Maine to attend St. Joseph's College in Standish, where he received an undergraduate degree in natural science. He was then hired by the school as an admissions recruiter. Back in New York, Loughlin got involved with CETA, a federal job-training program, and spent two years working with the police department in Riverhead, on Long Island. He towed cars, gave out tickets, and worked with their harbor patrol.

He then returned to Maine as St. Joseph's Assistant Dean of Student Affairs. But the "police bug" had evidently bitten him and he took tests for different police departments, including Portland's. He decided to come to Portland because it was a lovely location and seemed like an up-and-coming city. Loughlin feels that because of his life experience at the age he joined the force, he was able to acclimate better to the rigors of the job.

Joe Loughlin has held the position of Deputy Chief in the Portland Police Department since January 2006. He joined the force in 1981, at the age of twenty-six. As he moved up through the ranks, his duties were varied; patrol officer; detective in the Crimes Against People and Drug Enforcement Units; sergeant in the Patrol Division and Maine Drug Enforcement Agency (MDEA), lieutenant in the Patrol Division and the Criminal Investigations Division (CID), heading that unit until 2002, when he was promoted to captain of the Patrol Division.

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Disappearance of Amy St. Laurent

A lovely, intelligent, and very responsible twenty-five-year-old woman was reported missing by her family on October 22, 2001. The last contact she'd had with them was Saturday evening, October 21. She'd gone to the Old Port area with Eric, a friend from Florida, to show him Portland's nightlife.

Pavilion

After becoming separated from her friend at the Pavilion, a dance club, she left with Jeffrey Gorman to attend a party that did not materialize. Gorman was the last person to have seen her, stating that he had dropped her off in front of the Pavilion after she asked to return to that site to see if she could find Eric.

And then she disappeared. It was unusual for her not to be in touch with her family for any length of time, or for her to not return to feed her cat, or make arrangements for someone else to take care of that. Amy's family contacted the police department in South Berwick, where she lived, and also the Portland Police Department. Posters were plastered all over the Old Port and the story was front-page news, closely following the police department's work on the case.

The Search for Amy

Lieutenant Loughlin was in charge of the detectives who began searching for Amy, a search that culminated in the finding of her remains almost eight weeks later, near the home of the killer's mother. It took more than two years before the trial and conviction of Jeffrey Gorman would officially end the brutal case.

The collaboration of agencies was an important factor in solving the crime. The police felt this was a case involving a homicide, not a missing person; however, there was no evidence of a crime having been committed. Police needed to find Amy, while gathering evidence pointing to their prime suspect, whose identity wasn't revealed. A missing person isn't a homicide without a body, or enough circumstantial evidence proving a crime has occurred.

The Maine State Police became involved and one of their detectives was paired with the lead Portland detective. They "clicked." Detective Danny Young of Portland and Detective Scott Harakles of the Maine State Police, two men whose lives revolved around their families, formed a strong bond and an unbeatable working relationship. They both possessed "passionate commitment to securing justice for victims, stamina, intelligence, creativity, and incredible stubbornness." These were the ingredients necessary for the painstaking task they were confronted with: to find Amy and build a case against Jeffrey Gorman. They attacked the job with patience and persistence, with the pain of Amy's family always in their thoughts. Amy became, in effect, their daughter; they were determined to get justice for her.

Loughlin was open to any avenue that might help the search. He contacted and received calls from local psychics. He was willing to pursue all leads. The detectives searched any potential sites where they thought a body might have been disposed of: hiking trails; pond areas; storm drains; gravel pits. Aerial searches were conducted; motels and hotels were visited, with no results. Time was against them. Winter was fast approaching, and if it snowed, the goal would become almost impossible.

The phone call from Lieutenant Pat Dorian, of the Maine Warden Service would be the break they needed. He offered his help, along with utilizing Maine Association for Search and Rescue (MASAR)Masar_patch_2 teams. This group had expertise the police lacked. They were used to conducting searches in rugged outdoor terrain, and they were familiar with the visual nuances of searches conducted in wooded areas; something amiss in the natural environment; broken twigs; disturbed dirt. They also had sophisticated mapping and GPS technology. Their generous offer was accepted.

A massive search effort involving over a hundred people was scheduled for Saturday, December 8. It began at 6:30 in the morning and included K9 dogs, a helicopter, and the several cooperating agencies. At 2:40 that afternoon "Code Blue" was called in, signaling the search for Amy had been successful. She had been found less than four-tenths of a mile from the home of Gorman's mother, in Scarborough. After midnight, the first snowfall of the season drifted down.

Loughlin views this case as one of exemplary police work. It could not have been solved without the mutual cooperation of all the agencies involved. Territorial interests were set aside to reach a common goal—which was achieved—and has resulted in continuing interagency connections.

The Trial

In Maine, homicides are prosecuted by the Attorney General's Office. Two of their top lawyers were tapped for this case; Deputy Attorney General William Stokes and Assistant Attorney General Fernand LaRochelle. The presiding judge was Justice Nancy Mills.

Courtfront The trial was held at the Cumberland County Court House in January of 2003. It was more than a year since Amy had been found. The trial lasted a week, and everyone was extremely nervous about the verdict. You just never know what a jury is going to decide. They'd put on the best possible case, and now there was nothing to do but wait. At four o'clock on January 17, the jury returned a verdict of guilty. Sentencing was not to be until six months later, when the case would finally come to a conclusion.

Finding Amy

Loughlin had written many op-ed pieces for the Portland Press Herald prior to becoming a nonfiction author. His articles conveyed to the public the difficulties of police work; the emotional aspects of the job that most people never consider. He's very good at bringing the reader into his personal view of the reality of being a police officer; sights; sounds; smells, that are confronted daily in this profession.

Amy_2 Joe Loughlin teamed up with Kate Clark Flora to write Finding Amy, which detailed the entire case from Amy's disappearance to her killer's sentencing of sixty years. Loughlin met Flora, a former Assistant Attorney General in Maine, in connection with research that she did pertaining to the mystery novels she wrote. He checked the accuracy of her writing regarding police procedure. The natural outcome of this connection led to their joint efforts on the book, which took almost two-and-a-half years to complete. Loughlin kept notes while working on the case, a case so intense that it made him feel totally drained all the time. During the writing process, done in longhand, he was able to engage in reflection. Loughlin feels the book was a catharsis.

This gripping story is told by alternating Flora's narrative and Loughlin's italicized descriptions of the details, from his personal notes as the case progressed. The method creates an unusual scenario for the reader, actually bringing you into the investigation. It works well.

Regency

The book was released in May 2006, with a launch party at the Portland Regency Hotel. Amy's family was there that evening, and her mother spoke to the group in attendance. The book will be coming out in paperback later this year. A portion of the book's proceeds is being donated to the Amy St. Laurent Foundation, which was created by Amy's mother, Diane Jenkins, in Amy's memory.

The Foundation's purpose is to prevent other young women from coming to harm by sexual predators. Rape Agression Defense (RAD) Systems Radcourses were brought to the area, with the Foundation paying for the training of police officers as instructors, and purchasing the equipment needed for teaching the classes.  Diane Jenkins has also gone to various high schools in the area, speaking to students, trying to make young women aware of the fact that they aren't invincible and that bad things can happen to anyone who isn't careful.

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This granite memorial bench has been placed in Fort Williams Park, Cape Elizabeth, Maine, donated in memory of Amy St. Laurent. It faces the ocean, in one of the area's most lovely locations. I went to the site to see the actual bench, and to take some photos of the view from the bench.

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This is looking forward; that's Ram Island Ledge lighthouse out ahead. Portland Head Light can be seen to the right. Lighthouse

I can imagine many of those involved in the case going to this serene spot, sitting on that bench, communing with nature, and saying a prayer for Amy—the person they'd never met, but were so deeply affected by, and for whom they spent so many emotional hours working, determined to gain justice for her and closure to her family's nightmare.

Off-Duty Cop

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How about those teeth? I think they're quite something. I had to ask whether he'd ever visited an orthodontist, and was shocked when he said he hadn't. I was prepared to say that whoever the dentist was should be getting residuals from that smile. But I said it anyway, even though his choppers didn't need any help whatsoever.

Loughlin is on the board of The Center for Grieving Children and is also involved with St. Joseph's Alumni Association and supports fund-raising for the University of Southern Maine (USM), where he received his Master's degree. He does a lot of public speaking, and he'll use those opportunities to mention the important work being done by the Amy St. Laurent Foundation. He also assists police officers, teaching in the peer support program, Care of Police Stress (COPS), run by the Portland Police Department. Loughlin enjoys working out every day, and also bikes, skis, enjoys golf, and does yoga exercises.

Aside from the attention Finding Amy has been getting, he received a Distinguished Alumni Award from the University of Southern Maine on April 27, and will be speaking on behalf of alumni at the May 12 graduation ceremonies of St. Joseph's College of Maine.

And Finding Amy has been getting lots of attention recently. A crew from Court TV came to Portland in mid-April to do some filming for a show they're planning to air next fall about the case.

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Pictured above are Detective Sergeant Tommy Joyce (retired), Joe Loughlin, Detective Danny Young (retired), and Scott Harakles of the Maine State Police. They were going to do a reenactment of one of their many meetings. Two of the crew from Court TV are in the background.

A crew from Psychic Investigators was at Headquarters to film a show scheduled to be shown during the fall season pertaining to the case, since Loughlin had used the services of psychics during the long, painstaking investigation.

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The book also received the distinction of being nominated by the Mystery Writers of America as a contender for an Edgar Award, in the Best Fact Crime category.

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[Loughlin and Flora at the Edgar Awards in New York City]

The story should become a movie. It has all of the ingredients for a fantastic film. And I know that when it comes to a Portland theater, I'll have to bring lots of tissues with me. Just doing my research, looking through the book for this article, made me cry numerous times, and I'd read the book when it first came out. I'm planning to read it again. And it's something you should read.

April 11, 2007

Hannah Holmes: Brilliant, Gorgeous, and Talented

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[photograph by Jim Daniels]

This is Hannah Holmes. You can see for yourself that she's gorgeous, so now you should be able to trust the veracity of the rest of the description in the title. I met Hannah a year or so after I arrived in Maine, and she's one of my most fascinating friends. When we first met, I remember her saying, "I'm an editor at Garbage Magazine." The magazine didn't last very long, and Hannah began a successful career as a freelance writer, which led her on a long series of globe-trotting adventures.

Before beginning these world travels, Hannah wrote an article about me for the Maine Times. At the time, I was making most of my livelihood by creating sea glass jewelry from glass I gathered while beachcombing. Hannah and I headed for my favorite glass-littered beach in South Portland, and she interviewed me while I was oohing and aahing about each little treasure I found. We had lots of fun on that outing. When the article came out, she had described my hair as "purple," (What? It was auburn, last time I'd checked the mirror that day. Now it's a natural silver color.) and mentioned that my car "lurched" when I backed up (Horrors! It did not.). It was a lovely article, and also quite humorous.

Tundra Escapade

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I was thrilled when Hannah gave me this memento from one of her trips. She'd brought the little cautionary sign back from Churchill, Canada, where she'd gone to cover a story about polar bears heading out to the ice floes for their winter hunting expeditions. The link to Don Getty's wonderful photos gives an idea of what it's like in Churchill. I have the side of my kitchen cabinets pasted with various pictures of polar bears, so this was quite an exotic addition to that collection.

A group involved in ecotourism was trying to convert seal "bonking" (Hannah's graphic description), into seal watching, and invited selected journalists to participate in their noble experiment, which didn't materialize. A travel magazine assigned Hannah to cover the excursion. During this trip to Russia, Hannah traveled among the Nenets. After this experience, Hannah expressed an interest in possibly spending a year traveling with the nomadic Nenet reindeer people, and writing a book about the experience. I was aghast at the concept of a year without Hannah!

Another travel magazine sent Hannah to Norway, where she traveled with the Sami reindeer people. After a visit to Iceland, which was also part of a magazine assignment, Hannah exclaimed upon her return, "Everybody looks like me!" It's obviously a country filled with extremely good-looking people.

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Nenet Child [Oyvind Ravna (Wikipedia)]

A visit to Madagascar was made in the early nineties. On this trip Hannah was accompanying a herpetologist who was conducting a census of reptiles and amphibians by charting the areas of the island were they were living. Many of the animals of Madagascar aren't found anywhere else on this planet.

The Discovery Channel Online hired Hannah to do online reporting for them, and she was sent to some great sites to do this work. Hannah went to the Montserrat Volcano Observatory about a year after the eruption of the Soufrière Hills Volcano. The volcano had entered a dormant phase when she was there, making it difficult to write exciting pieces about explosive activity. At the time of her visit to Montserrat, most of the island had been evacuated and Britain was paying the rest of the people to leave, since the idea of rebuilding an entire island was overwhelming.

Down, Down, Down

She also was on the research vessel Atlantis, in the mid-Pacific Ocean, with scientists from the Woods Hole Oceanographic Institution. There she went down to the bottom of the ocean in the submersible, the Alvin. It was wonderful hearing firsthand reports of the strange, eyeless creatures inhabiting the area around the hydrothermal vents.

T Rex, Where Are You?

Another assignment for the Discovery Channel was a trip to the Gobi Desert with a bunch of paleontologists from the American Museum of Natural History in New York City. They were on an expedition in search of dinosaur bones. I didn't have a computer at this point, but my brother would check the online reporting that Hannah was doing. I clearly remember him telling me one evening, "Guess what? Hannah peed on her ankle today."

It was during that trip, with the many dust storms that were encountered in the desert, and numerous conversations with the scientists, that Hannah became fascinated with dust; the concept of dust containing cosmic dust, along with all of the other particles from around the earth floating around in the atmosphere since the inception of our universe. Hannah's first book, The Secret Life of Dust, was the result of this adventure.

I have to mention that I had the privilege of compiling the index for this book, which I thoroughly enjoyed reading. When Hannah first saw the index, she was quickly scanning through it, and found her favorite entry, which was under dust. As you might imagine, there were numerous subheads under that topic. The one that caught Hannah's eye and made her laugh was "dust, -eating children." There were two pages about babies and children crawling around the floors of people's homes, happily nibbling and stuffing dust into their mouths.

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The book was published in August 2001, which actually was very poor timing. The first week of Hannah's tour around the country to promote the book was canceled, due to the unfortunate events of September 11. The book was a finalist for the prestigious Aventis Prize for Science Books in the United Kingdom, and Hannah was flown to London for a glorious week. She was in excellent company as a finalist. Stephen Hawking took the prize. Dust has been published in China, Korea, and Japan. The Japanese version has the cover on the back and the book has a built-in silk bookmark.

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Hannah enjoyed the sights of Mongolia, and returned after the Gobi Desert trip with three small paintings that are exquisite. I always look for them when I visit her home.

I love the intensity of the sky's color in the larger painting, and Hannah's favorite is the smaller one; she likes the upside-down critters going around in a circle.

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Cheeky

This is the cover from Hannah's last book, Suburban Safari. The squirrel on the cover is an interloper, as far as I'm concerned. He has no right to be there. Cheeky the chipmunk should have been the cover boy for this book. Hannah and Cheeky had quite a love affair that lasted for several months until Cheeky's disappearance in the fall.

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The little guy in the cup is Cheeky. I'm actually holding the cup, but I wasn't pleased with the way I looked, so I just cropped the picture and left the important part of the photo—the adorable little creature.

Hannah and Cheeky became good friends while she was working on Suburban Safari. She'd be out on her deck studying the animals in her yard, and became aware of this particular chipmunk. She started bringing seeds outside and scattered them closer and closer to where she was sitting, with Cheeky becoming a most willing participant by moving closer and closer to Hannah. Eventually he climbed onto her lap to get his daily treats. After they'd become really good buddies, she lured him into her house.

One morning she was in her office working when she heard sounds leading her to believe that a chipmunk was climbing the steps, coming up to the second floor in search of his human friend. He came up there very often, scattering seeds in her keyboard, which had to be cleaned constantly if she wanted to continue typing.

I was very pleased to have the opportunity of meeting Cheeky, and even have him climb onto my lap, to reach the wonderful cup of seeds I was holding.

The Safari Site

Hannah also grew to recognize the crows in her backyard and gave several of them names. This is one of the fascinating things about Suburban Safari, becoming aware that the animals and plants in your backyard are all individuals, and not merely generic squirrels or birds.

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This is the site of the wonderful year-long safari, Hannah's backyard. These photos were shot on a lovely spring day in April—in Maine—where spring is always on a delayed schedule. The remnants of last week's spring snowstorm that dropped a foot of snow in the area are still around. The birds sounded as though they were going wild, chirping about the grass, buds, and flowers soon to be evident.                                    

                                      Looking Ahead

Hannah's next book will arrive at her publisher's desk (Random House) this August. The working title is A Field Guide to the Human Animal. That doesn't need any explanation from me. I'm eagerly awaiting its appearance in the bookstores. I know it will be another terrific reading adventure by this sassy writer, who has the ability to take what we may consider to be mundane, everyday topics, and turn them into fascinating journeys we never would have experienced.