Today's image is of an iced over Back Cove. The light snow distorts the buildings on the far shore. I remember this scene from high school days looking out the large window seat on the second floor. How's your memory? Mine pretty good when I want it to be. I recall a late July afternoon driving along Baxter Boulevard and coming across a couple of ladies in a white Mercedes in distress. The rear passenger tire looked to be going flat. It was a rented car, and they were at wits end about what to do, as they had an important dinner function to attend in Brunswick that evening. I told them I thought I could do the job and commenced getting the jack and equipment out of the trunk. While I worked, they stood off to the side in stylish dresses, smoking cigarettes and sharing fits of high-pitched laughter. When I finished, the driver and taller of the two handed me a twenty dollar bill. It was then that I realized I knew her: that distinctive face, the perfectly coiffured hair and those large round sunglasses. Yes, it was her. I had read in the paper that she was visiting Maine for a week or so. I had seen so many photographs of this stunning woman in magazines and newspapers. It was Jackie O. Jackie Kennedy Onassis. Yes indeed. We all have them... our brushes with fame. Mine occurred in 1969 on a warm afternoon close by this scene in today's picture. Now if you did the research, you might discover that the lady in question was sailing aboard her husband's yacht off some Greek isle at the time. No matter. Hey, it was many years ago. It did happen. I think it happened. It had to happen. Perhaps I've been caught in the 'fog of war'. This seems a perfect example of maybe a false memory. Perhaps I've disremembered it. Hey, Brian Williams hasn't secured the market on this stuff. Isn't everybody a bit of a liar? They were nice sunglasses though.