Penobscot County

So, as you said, I'd done a lot of advocacy work.

I worked on the minimum wage referendum back in twenty sixteen, worked on cleaning up the mercury in the Penobscot, and ran for office almost four years ago.

And I have served in the state Senate since then.

I've had the honor of chairing the Labor Committee and serving on Government Oversight and on Taxation.

It does a lot of good work, but it also needs a lot of oversight.

And one of the bills that I sponsored this year ended up being bipartisan, I think it passed unanimously, was to investigate state contracting.

We've seen a lot of issues there, including here in Penobscot County.

We saw the non-emergency medical transportation contract be taken away from Penquis, which is the nonprofit that has done it forever, and you've probably seen the Lynx vans going around-

really does look like he was aiming for you and then rethought it and drove alongside you and then came back for a second hit.

Penobscot County Sheriff vehicle at the last second, you know, came by could have saved your life.

Saved my life, man.

Maybe.

Section 1.

On the 31st of August, 1846, I left Concord in Massachusetts for Bangor in the backwoods of Maine, by way of the railroad and steamboat, intending to accompany a relative of mine engaged in the lumber trade in Bangor, as far as a dam on the west branch of the Penobscot, in which property he was interested.

From this place, which is about 100 miles by the river above Bangor, 30 miles from the Holton Military Road, and 5 miles beyond the last log hut, I proposed to make excursions to Mount Katahdin, the second highest mountain in New England, about 30 miles distant, and to some of the lakes of the Penobscot, either alone or with such company as I might pick up there.

It is unusual to find a camp so far in the woods at that season, when lumbering operations have ceased, and I was glad to avail myself of the circumstance of a gang of men being employed there at that time in repairing the injuries caused by the great freshet in the spring.

The mountain may be approached more easily and directly on horseback and on foot from the northeast side, by the Aroostook Road and the Passatacoic River, but in that case you see much less of the wilderness, none of the glorious river and lake scenery, and have no experience of the bateau and the boatman's life.

The next forenoon, Tuesday, September 1st, I started with my companion in a buggy from Bangor for upriver, expecting to be overtaken the next day night at Mattawamkeg Point, some 60 miles off, by two more Bangorians, who had decided to join us in a trip to the mountain.

We had each a knapsack or bag filled with such clothing and articles as were indispensable, and my companion carried his gun.

Within a dozen miles of Bangor we passed through the villages of Stillwater and Old Town, built at the falls of the Penobscot, which furnish the principal power by which the Maine woods are converted into lumber.

I understand the people that are advocates for it, why they think that it could make a difference, but I don't see great results.

I see hepatitis and AIDS rates going up in Penobscot County.

I see large amounts of needles in videos.

I've personally seen a few.

So the day before that happened, I was just at the clinic.

I was gonna introduce my viewers to, um, the basics of methadone clinics in Penobscot County.

It's a huge county.

There's no methadone clinics other than three in Bangor.

Section 1.

On the 31st of August, 1846, I left Concord in Massachusetts for Bangor in the backwoods of Maine by way of the railroad and steamboat, intending to accompany a relative of mine engaged in the lumber trade in Bangor as far as a dam on the west branch of the Penobscot in which property he was interested.

From this place, which is about 100 miles by the river above Bangor, 30 miles from the Holton Military Road, and 5 miles beyond the last log hut, I proposed to make excursions to Mount Katahdin, the second highest mountain in New England, about 30 miles distant, and to some of the lakes of the Penobscot, either alone or with such company as I might pick up there.

It is unusual to find a camp so far in the woods at that season, when lumbering operations have ceased, and I was glad to avail myself of the circumstance of a gang of men being employed there at that time in repairing the injuries caused by the great freshet in the spring.

The mountain may be approached more easily and directly on horseback and on foot from the northeast side by the Aroostook Road and the Passatacoic River, but in that case you see much less of the wilderness, none of the glorious river and lake scenery, and have no experience of the bateau and the boatman's life.

The next forenoon, Tuesday, September 1st, I started with my companion in a buggy from Bangor for upriver, expecting to be overtaken the next day night at Mattawamkeag Point, some 60 miles off, by two more Bangorians who had decided to join us in a trip to the mountain.

We had each a knapsack or bag filled with such clothing and articles as were indispensable, and my companion carried his gun.

Within a dozen miles of Bangor we passed through the villages of Stillwater and Old Town, built at the falls of the Penobscot, which furnish the principal power by which the Maine woods are converted into lumber.

You know, it spans...

A big stretch of Penobscot County.

We are in what is known as the Katahdin region.

We sort of are centered around Katahdin, which is a mountain in Baxter State Park, which we share a western boundary with.