I remember when Telemachus Demoulas, “Mike” to his friends of which I was not one, squared off with half of the clan to fight for control of the Demoulas empire against his brother George’s (who had passed away) heirs. He hired the best attorneys, but he lost the fight. The fight took place in a Lowell court with a judge whose name I cannot remember. Afterwards, his son, Arthur ran the company and it grew from the four stores I was aware of in 1969 to 53 stores now. People like Arthur Demoulas and that is believed to be why the board this week changed the venue to decrease the number of protesters who want to see Arthur continue as the President of the company.

I worked for the Speare House as a young college student, and I had the opportunity to be in a detail that catered an evening dinner in the great DeMoulas mansion. The occasion, I believe, was an opportunity by Mike Demoulas to allow his talented daughter sing for a carefully selected list of guests. I got to hob-nob with some pretty amazing people that night, including Arthur Demoulas, who at least until Thursday, ran the Market Basket empire quite handily in my opinion. Artie was a bright guy, I believe he was eighteen years of age, and he talked to me for quite awhile. We talked about school, and what I was serving, and a few other things.

Forward a few years, my children played soccer with Artie’s children. I remember that Artie made it to many practices and games and his wife was a charming woman who everyone enjoyed speaking with, even if they did not have much to say. I believe Artie at that time was the VP of Produce for the company. Whatever he was, he had worked his way up to it and was deeply committed to ideals that made him a little bit poorer, like profit-sharing. His family came first, of course, but the company was richer having him active in it.

I believe that relieving Artie of his duties would be a disservice to the company. I believe that he has the best of intentions for the company. I have enjoyed many a meal because of my commitment to Market Basket, and my dinner table is tastier because the DeMoulas family makes it easier to spend less than I would at Wal-Mart, or Stop and Shop, or Hannaford.

I took a day and one-half vacation from work and had a very peaceful time. I went to the Franconia Notch State Forest in Lincoln, NH for a day of doing nothing except things relating to camping. I burned a good fire. I walked a good walk. I wrote in my journal a few observations, mostly about nature. I explained to the camp people, the employees as it were, that I was dropped off at that campsite when I was sixteen with a bicycle and some food, a tent, and lots of time. I was there for two weeks. I climbed all of the mountains. Mount Lafayette was my favorite. Being in cross-country I felt that I could basically race up the mountain, enjoy the view, and head back down in just a short few hours.

My camping this time did not involve mountain-climbing. It did involve a lot of walking but I took the Tram to the top of Cannon Mountain. I can see why skiers love it. I do miss seeing the Old Man of the Mountains, but he is gone. I went to his museum. I went to the ski museum and saw Bode Miller’s medals. All of that work to be a first-class skier, and some of those medals looked somewhat, well, cheap. I bought my wife a necklace and went home. It was a very nice stay, though.

Then, on Friday morning I went with the Yankee Fleet and a few very good friends, on a fishing trip. I got three bites but caught no fish. It just so happens that the gentleman a few feet away was luckier and he gave me two cod, which I intend to grill. I cleaned them this afternoon, it is still Friday as I write this, and I like the sensation of having cleaned my own dinner.

R— gave me a dollar for the bag I put the fish in and even let me transport the fish to his truck. He was a little nervous about getting a fishy smell in the bed of the truck so I got to get a plastic bag to put them in. T— was there, he booked the entire event, as were Phil and J–. They do not want to be known by their real names so they are punctuation.

There is news. There was a bobcat sighting on Cape Cod for the first time in two hundred years. Amazing how resilient the animal population has become in view of all of the encroaching on their land. Deer eat my friend’s lettuce, a client has a groundhog in her yard, when will it stop? Lowell even had a moose fall into a canal about ten years ago. They are going to insist on some of the space we believe that we have given to ourselves.

Well, those are my meanderings. Good night and God bless.

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