Articles by: Stephen Fay

Stephen Fay

Stephen Fay

Managing Editor at The Ellsworth American
Stephen Fay, managing editor of The Ellsworth American since 1996, is a third-generation Californian. Starting out as a news reporter in 1974, he has been an editor since 1976, working in Massachusetts, Connecticut and Vermont before settling in Ellsworth with his wife and two daughters. [email protected]
  • Label shaming

    Label shaming

    The cool guys at our middle school wore Levis. But Mom swore by JC Penney and the dorky denims sold therein. They put the dung back in dungarees. Same deal with footwear. The swingers had Converse Athletics. We never advanced beyond Keds. At eighth-grade graduation, a solemn occasion at our school, the girls wore long

  • Letter from the editor

    Greetings! Each year at about this time, we give a State of the Letters Page address, variously commenting on the volume and tone of the year’s Letters to the Editor. We’re about to do it again but also — big bonus — we’re tossing in a few suggestions on how to make your letters really

  • Drink in the moment

    Drink in the moment

    1 Corinthians 13, like the movie “Casablanca,” has more memorable lines than you can shake a stick at. Today’s sermon draws on Verse 11: “When I was a child, I spoke as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child; but when I became a man, I put away childish things.”

  • Be it ever so humble

    Be it ever so humble

    This traveling salesman goes into a café. He orders runny eggs, burnt toast and weak coffee. The waitress asks why he requests such things. “I’ve been on the road for a few weeks,” he says, “and I am missing my wife’s cooking.” While the joke is not that good, the message is one of our

  • The end of the line for unlovable wine

    The end of the line for unlovable wine

    Up until now, a glass of bad wine had either of two ultimate destinies: down the hatch or down the sink. Today there is a third: down your gas tank. Forty miles east of Los Angeles, in scenic Rancho Cucamonga, Parallel Products is where bad wine goes to die. Parallel converts foul, grisly, unlovable malbecs

  • Fruit of the vine

    Fruit of the vine

    Greetings from Norman, Oklahoma, birthplace of the actor James Garner and, more significantly, of our first grandchild, Jane Darling. Our recent visit to the Sooner State was rich in firsts: First grandkid, first visit to a mega-church, first experience of Pop’s Route 66 Soda Ranch (identifiable by the 66-foot soda bottle out front), first Oklahoma

  • Cold comfort

    Cold comfort

    “The Cold,” as it became known in our newsroom, first struck a month ago. We transmitted our germs from desk to desk like party guests passing an hors d’oeuvres tray. Shortly, the newsroom looked like the rail yard scene in “Gone with the Wind” — strewn bodies, piteous moans. When illness strikes, we each have

  • You probably think this song is about you

    You probably think this song is about you

    Traditionally, we bring a bright white or a dainty pinot noir to Thanksgiving dinner. But this year, blame it on the chilly mornings, we’re bringing an outspoken red — 90+ 2016 Old Vine Malbec from Argentina (Hannaford, $7.99). Besides being a wonderful bargain, this is one of those rare, robust malbecs that is both aromatic

  • Recollections of a misspent youth

    Recollections of a misspent youth

    Several decades ago, having told the parents we were off to shoot baskets with friends, we attended our first boy-girl party. Most of the girls were eager to dance but the boys were too inhibited to get out there. Which shows you how little has changed since 1962. Our buddy, Pat Lyons, suggested we get

  • Against medical advice

    Against medical advice

    Today’s topic is tick removal. Should you discover one of these malevolent little suckers on a valuable body part, you are instructed by the Department of Public Health to use fine-tipped tweezers to remove it. “Gently pull the tick straight out until it lets go of your skin. Put the tick in a jar or