May 14, 1991

I drive to Cambridge, stopping at the McDonald's at the Interstate and Highway 18 intersection to attend the Dane County librarians meeting.  Cambridge has a new community center which houses the library, a very attractive facility.  Back in Madison, I stop at the library to pick up two of the books I have used to develop my reference notes and then walk to the Continuing Education office in Helen C. White Hall.  Kathleen Weibel and I talk for nearly an hour.  For some reason, she reminds me of a female version of John Nichols, perhaps because she talks so much?

The board meeting is a big improvement over last month's debacle.  The members greatly appreciate the materials and services inventory.

Great Northern Railway

The 1953 Plymouth Belvedere at Sun Valley, Idaho

How Stuff Works:  the 1953-54 Plymouth Belvedere.

May 13, 1991

I wake up and am soon thankful that it's not a week from today.  I feel sore, but I also feel sick, almost as though I've been poisoned.  I continue to prepare a disproportionate amount of time preparing for upcoming workshops. I pick up Andy at daycare and spend most of the evening looking forward to sleep.

Cascade Lodge and Cabins in Saco, Maine (Postcard Series)

Still in business in 1963.

Last days of a Route 1 icon.  (Portland Press-Herald, 3/17/2010)

Excerpt:  The Cascades Family Restaurant served its final lobster dinner this past summer. Earlier this year, the kitchen equipment was sold off at auction and buyers have since carted away most of the Cascades cabins. 

In the next couple of months, what remains of the roadside resort, a diamond-shaped array of three dozen cabins surrounding a central lodge-style restaurant, will be flattened and hauled away. Developer Elliot Chamberlain said he expects to begin building a corporate office building in its place on the corner of routes 1 and 98 by fall. 

The demise of the Cascades, a Route 1 landmark for nearly 80 years, was entirely foreseeable, and perhaps inevitable, given the development pressures along this busy coastal highway. But many people who knew the seasonal restaurant in its heyday, when 100,000 lobsters were served there each summer and tables were set with real linen, say they cannot drive by the gutted building without the sense that a piece of local history is being lost.