Articles by Ken Cashman

On Monday afternoon, Ed and Floranne Moulton will climb into the back seat of a friend’s convertible. They’ll wave to spectators on either side of the road, as the car cruises uphill from the Village

Fishermen are usually silent. Jessica Major was different. As she cast her line into the water, she tried to convince the fish to take her bait. “Here fishie, fishie, fishie,” she would call. Her voice