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  • Old Houlton Maine Car Owner Hangs Up The Keys To Save Lives.

    Houlton Maine Antique Car.
    Classic 1940 Ford, Sold For What The Owner Paid For It New. Called It Even Stephen.

    The Aroostook County car owner had her four wheels to sell.

    For years was head of the local Houlton Maine telephone office. Known as a telegraph office in the beginning of her long career.

    But in her nineties now. Never married, no child ever called her Mom. With surrender, a white flag being waved. Accepting the time had come to freely give up the car keys forever. To get off the highway for good. Part with an old friend from Motown.

    The fellow who ended up buying the classic, a painter got wind of the car sale from his brother. Word was getting out quickly. Trending on the local grape vine. The brother urged his flesh and blood to get his tail in gear. Throw it into overdrive. For him to fly over to the first home heading up Pleasant Street hill, on the left, the north side. (Home now gone, used as a parking lot for the corner Mormon Church, formerly the Christian Missionary Alliance house of worship where parking was always scarce, precious.)

    The buyer’s brother said the car was a 1950 Ford.

    Which was an unexciting model the buyer always thought to be ugly, ho hum. But when he arrived, pulled in the driveway at the home, the car’s owner answered the back door. The two strolled to the garage. And when the door pulled back on the sliding garage door rail, there she was. But ten years older than his brother’s report. The Ford was a 1940, two door, one owner black beauty waiting for his inspection.

    1940 Ford Coupe Two Door Car.
    Old Lines, Classic Shape, 1940 Ford Coupe.

    Nothing wrong with the car, always maintained, bought new. When the owner was asked what she wanted, what the sale price was she smiled.

    For a price on the vehicle with twelve thousand original miles, she figured what she paid for it was a fair exchange.

    Bought back before the country officially got into the second big war. But was up to its knees in lend lease.

    Before victory gardens, movie black and white war effort news reels flashed, rolled in front of the flicks at Houlton’s two movie theatre. Warning silver screen fans about loose lips sink ships. And showing Rosie handed the riveter gun. Winking, flexing a muscle being splashed up front. Just above where the piano player used to park, tinkle ivories before sound. The talkies some said would never last. Just a fad.

    Maine Old Car Sold Cheap.
    Sliding Behind The Wheel Of A 1940 Classic, A Ford 2 Door Coupe. No Idiot Lights, Ipod Port.

    The antique car buyer now excited, with a change of heart. The car in question not the lack luster model he was seeing himself kicking the tires on.

    But being shrewd, taught thrift, casually asked how much the approaching 100 silver haired lady paid for the title from Henry Ford. The answer $900.

    He started to pull the car out by hand into the yard to look it over more thoroughly in the daylight. And was promptly quizzed on why tow it out. Just turn the key in the ignition. Start it up, drive it out for a looksie dear. Everything works.

    In all aspects the Maine car was immaculate, in mint shape.

    The price settled on $700 and a hand shake. Driven, enjoyed around the small Maine town. Profiling in the old ride bought in the early 1970’s was a hoot. Until a little boredom, need for money, or both kicked in. Or another sleek classic caught his fancy. Broke the spell.

    Black beauty was sold for $3500. To a big Northern Maine farmer, a collector of antique cars. Lots of regrets now for parting with the midnight shade sedan in mint shape. Dreaming of what it’s value would be today. The bigger profit if he had just hung onto the cream puff ride with unheard of low mileage.

    I’m Maine REALTOR Andrew Mooers, ME Broker
    207.532.5463
    info@mooersrealty.com

  • Small Maine Towns, What Makes One Great?

    Small Maine Towns, What Makes One Great?

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    Small Maine towns. A rural state with just a tad over a million people.

    Actually, to be exact 1.329 million total, revealed the 2012 US Census head count. But what characteristics help make a small Maine town great? For starters a river winding through, a lake in town or nearby or ocean shoreline helps. For recreation, for visual pleasure each of the four seasons. Walking, bike paths and picnic areas with benches along that water front are an attraction to locals and tourists alike. Maine has more land mass than the other New England states combined.

    A college or university in that small Maine town adds an educational, cultural gem facet.

    Being a county seat with historic buildings contributes to the local charm. Help make it an economic attraction destination. Parks for use for free community band concerts. For green space. For sporting events all intensify the shine, sparkle, luster of the small Maine town jewel. Tennis and basket ball courts, little league complexes, ice hockey skating arenas. That all attract out of towners to tournaments. Help fill local coffers. Bring in a new dollar that turns over six times. Fueling the fierce pride, love and respect the towns people have for their Maine village.

    Mountain views, state parks, something to look at with the natural setting adds to the horsepower of the small Maine town too.

    Maine, More Than One Shade Of Green.
    Not Just One Shade Of Green Describes Maine.

    Hiking, skiing, Maine snow sledding, four wheel ATV trails.

    All keep town residents happy, a reason for natives to stay.

    Something extra to cause tourists to visit.

    And hang around. Happy campers.

    Year after year. They let their friends know about the experience.

    If the local Maine town economy is diversified, not monoculture but expansive agriculturally, wood industry wise, then local jobs happen.

    Border Maine towns enjoy Canadian retail traffic. All those trips across the boundary for milk, gas, turkeys, etc. Eh?

    Manufacturing with the cost of fuel for heating, transportation to and fro forces causes challenges. Means being highly creative to maintain jobs, add to that segment of employment. Having the fastest internet connection for telecommuters, local businesses gives the small Maine town higher marks.

    Clear vision by the local Maine town fathers laying out the community. Followed up by a sound comprehensive zoning plan. Updated to reflect sound development needs. For success, growth, maintaining the Maine community. Work ethic instilled growing up, low cost utilities, availability of abundant raw natural resources all help the rise and fall of a small Maine town.

    But the attitude of the people in small Maine towns.

    The tone of their conversations, the way they treat each other. Even when a difference of opinion on the right direction to steer, adjust, guide the small Maine town happens is key. The principles of a winning sports team resonate thru out the successful Maine community. Sensitive to not overspend, waste resources. To keep the tax base high school skinny, highly efficient so the taxpayer feels he, she is getting their money’s worth. And don’t encourage their kids to move anywhere else. Closing the door on the option of sticking around, carrying the passed torch in their small Maine hometown.

    A quality health care facility, elderly housing options, a diversity of churches and quality schools are vital building blocks of the Maine town.

    Good vets, lawyers, accountants, car repair and tire shops. Often the quality of the local Maine library is one of the first areas a relocating, retiring renter or real estate buyer expects to find. Good banking options, an attitude to help new businesses get off the ground is key in small Maine towns.

    houltonmaine040Maine is the 4th lowest crime state, public safety is a given compared to urban areas.

    The ability to walk to the local movie theatre, downtown to a coffee shop, restaurant is a big plus for a city dweller.

    Who worries daily about personal safety.

    Or is on house arrest. Jammed sardine tight in a small, sky high level expensive apartment. Too much. Or microscopic house lot. Not able to move around freely without fear in sketchy neighborhoods depending on the time of the day. That’s no way to live. That’s not Maine.

    Small Maine towns offer freedom, space, clean natural resources.

    The chance to be involved, a part of the community to share talents, to make it greater. The Maine town should be big enough to offer adequate lodging, motel rooms. And bed and breakfasts, inns, camp grounds and cabins for rent on local lakes. Having a local Maine airport, good transportation system for major US highways, Interstate 95 exits help keep people moving. New dollars coming into the local economy.

    The civic and social clubs, local railroad, agricultural, lumbermen historic museums all add another Maine small town dimension. Community theatre, other fine performance outlets with local artisans give another boost. Making the small Maine town attractive to all ages means taking inventory of what qualities we have to promote. What we need to develop around that we don’t possess. But could in time with blood, sweat and tears.

    Farmers markets, food co-ops, flea markets, car cruise ins, state fairs, antique shops and a variety of small retailers, service providers.

    All needed in small Maine towns too. Along with a shop local, close to home attitude from the Maine town residents.


    How does your small Maine town stack up? I’m pretty proud of the one I live, work, play and raised a family in.

    I’m Maine REALTOR Andrew Mooers, ME Broker
    207.532.6573 | MOOERS REALTY 69 North ST Houlton ME 04730 USA |
    info@mooersrealty.com

  • Being More Like Slim, Helping Slim To Be More.

    Being Optimistic, Hopeful, Encouraging. Not A Bad Practice.

    Every Wednesday I bump in to an old Maine friend named Slim.

    For years I have followed him, what he had to say so simply, succintly, with just few timely words. Slim is a wiry, skinny shadow of a fellow, like me desperately in need of an extra ten pounds. But who not like me, says what he has to say simply. Not long winded, but keenly focused, to the point when he does speak up.

    Slim is a town crier of sorts.

    A Paul Revere in a good way with news to remind local folks that he cares about greatly around him that this weekend is the annual Meduxnekeag River ME Canoe race. Showing a glimpse of himself paddling through the white water for all he is worth to support a local cause, celebrate spring at the same time.

    A friendly reminder for others to consider digging out the red, green canoe or blue, yellow or whatever color kayak you have not in use. Stored in the garage, neglected. That maybe you should get wet, out on the river water. Find a paddling partner.

    Slim is active, has high metabolism.

    You see him running in local fund raising marathon road races for a good cause. Suggesting you ought to take in a McGill’s outdoor community band concert, to support the local movie theatre, Cary Library.

    You could call Slim a clothes horse of sorts.

    Has an extensive collection of promotionally provided, advertising disclaimed items. With many sets of black, white, shades of gray ear muffs, winter knit hat and scarf sets. Cool head and wrist bands, high top Chuck Taylor sneakers, and sporting gear ranging from hockey skates, down hill skis, motorboats, baseball bats, basketballs, soap box derby cars.

    Slim is slim, trim because he is rarely idle, his mind is in high rpm. He is passionate about his home town, having the right kind of fire in his belly about youth activities. And promoting all kinds of local worthwhile outdoor recreational events being in Maine full time. Not just for what only one vacation week a year can provide. Slim considers himself very lucky to live in a small Maine town. Does not keep it a secret.

    Slim gives advice about when storms happen in your life, to adjust your sails to take full advantage of those high blustery winds. He grew up on a Maine farm, felt lean, mean poor potato years that hit below the belly, are like sucker punches. But became stronger because of it.

    An eternal optimist, a dreamer with a practical side.

    He learned early on not to expect life to get easier. But that the pathway to get more deeper meaning from setbacks that are really lessons, stepping stones means opening up your eyes, ears, hearts and souls. Surrendering. Considering others first, keeping his eyes looking up for guidance, needed direction.

    Slim is not afraid to get his hands dirty, to dig in Mother Earth. Is a gardener of sorts. Knows the immense importance to tend and spend daily time in his private, spiritual garden. And what can happen if he does not and weeds, thistles, thorns, sharp stones quickly take over an untended garden.

    Win or lose, Slim encourages local sports teams, any one in educational, music program competitions to give it your best shot.

    Hold your head up high and know you gave your personal best. That the entire local community is proud of your accomplishments and you should be too!

    Sometimes Slim is seen in public glimpses dribbling the orange round ball. Hunkered down with his hockey stick on the sheet of polished ice. Winding up for a lazer slap shot in the five hole to hit the twine under, between the metal bars. Slim is not the best athelete but works hard to improve, to encourage others that are talented in the local area.

    With Slim it’s not about being perfect.

    But to get living not dying. But more important to strive to be kinder, gentler, loving, humble, meek and mild. There is a playful side when you see him barrel racing on a horse to remind anyone around him about an upcoming horse show.

    Eating cotton candy, munching on a fresh dough boy or an extra Italian sausage loaded, smothered with onions and peppers of all colors after watching a dusty, smokey Demolition Derby performance. Slim is not stuck in his home and gets involved in local events. Covers them a tad like a cub reporter.

    Slim wishes anyone that can read him, he is pretty black and white, a Merry Christmas wearing his Santa hat or reindeer antlers. A happy, bow your head and be grateful Thanksgiving in front of a bountiful table of food of all sorts. Or wearing a pointed party hat with the always too tight kid sized elastic that stings your neck, blowing a noise maker to wish everyone a Happy Safe New Year.

    Slim choses his words carefully, tries to only open his pie hole after considerable thought with week long pauses between what he does think needs saying. Opening his heart and mind up to ponder, consider and study, to listen first. I could learn much from his example being from two very verbal parents in a boisterous household of four boys growing up. Better at talking than listening.

    I am an excitable boy that could benefit from working way way harder at relaxation, pauses and have taken a slew of steps that are working wonders to create a greater inner peace. Check out some of the earlier blog posts and sense, whoa. Something is up. Like the kids say, “it’s all good”.

    Slim with his cheerleader megaphone is a rah rah rah, hoot, holler and root for his local area to brag up the many home grown special events.

    Like the largest soap derby race city in the country for five years running. That is a testiment to the importance kids have, the area committment parents, neighbors show in their volunteer efforts.

    There is nothing stronger than the heart of a local volunteer, especially when kids are the recipients of the effort.

    Slim is a big kid with a soft spot in his heart for children. Slim in a not pushey way encourages people that he meets to get off the couch, go climb Mt Katahdin, to hike and bike trails, to snow sled, ATV and get out in to nature. To support local ME Rotary Auctions. Or Moosestompers Winter Celebration or investing in new chairs for the local Houlton ME performing arts center.

    Skiing down one side of a local me mountain or hiking up the other side. Slim beams with pride about the largest soap box derby race so many worked on for the award five years running in his small Maine home town.

    Wonder what Slim will talk about the next time I see him? Slim appears weekly as a cartoon in the local Houlton Pioneer Times, the only newspaper in the world interested in the Shiretown, County seat of Aroostook County. Get to Maine, small towns where people are connected, need each other and appreciate the outdoor four season beauty all year long. Not just one week a year on vacation.

    I’m Maine REALTOR Andrew Mooers, ME Broker
    207.532.6573
    info@mooersrealty.com

  • Maine Summer Weather Superb, But Irrigation Helps Farm Crops.

    The Maine Potatoes, Spuds Are Thirty This Summer
    The Maine Potatoes, Spuds Are Thirsty This Summer

    Day after day of sunshine, cobalt blue skies and summer weather that could not be improved on for recreation, for growing vegetables, fruit.

    But lack of water, a drink for the potato plants of Aroostook County means irrigation is part of the farming exercise this summer. A family farm I own in Houlton Maine has two ponds that came in handy for Michael Hagan who farms potato and grain on this homestead.

    This is what the irrigation of the Maine potatoes, spud fields looks like at sunset on the farm.

    Those two Maine farm ponds provided lots of extra water pumped at sundown to get maximum sustaining power without the hot sun’s evaporation robbing the plants of moisture they are crying out for, need. This farm field, land outside Houlton Maine on US Rt 2, the County Road. Other Maine Flickr photostream images to enjoy.

    I’m Maine REALTOR Andrew Mooers
    207.532.6573
    info@mooersrealty.com

  • Sadies Bakery, Since 1948, It’s Been Time To Make The Donuts In Houlton Maine.

    Sadies Bakery, Since 1948, It’s Been Time To Make The Donuts In Houlton Maine.

    Folks In Southern Aroostook County Are Spoiled With Home Made Sadie's Bakery Donuts, Cookies, Breads.
    Folks In Southern Aroostook County Are Spoiled With Home Made Sadie\’s Bakery Donuts, Cookies, Breads.

    Small Mom and pop businesses, the couple that know how hard it is to make a dollar, eek out a living being shrewd business people like Sadie’s Bakery in downtown Houlton Maine.

    Tim and Sharon O’Donnell for over 32 years set the alarm clock to rise and shine very early. Yes because they have beef cows to grain, hay and water. But also because of the local tradition carried out as sacred. It started in 1948 in the Shiretown, County seat for Aroostook, Maine’s largest of sixteen. Time to make the donuts. Because in a small Maine town the hot fresh coffee and a just made local donut are priceless. The experience of sampling each is the key to jump starting your day. Miss that coffee break routine and you start to back peddle. Nothing goes as planned.

    A different flavored donut each day. Everyone in the area can smell the fresh donuts that are addictive. Or dangerous if you are try to walk the straight and arrow when on a diet. The fellow that does my taxes next door to Sadie’s says your will power increases. But it was a struggle not to trot over every time Tim brings a new fresh batch in to the world. To resist loading up with a bag or two of hot, just out of the fryer, home made not cookie cutter store box donuts.

    He says chocolate donuts are his weakness.

    He tries to limit himself to one or two a week but he is in his 90’s and says maybe they extend life! What would you do at that age? Develop some new bad habits because you can? A local made donut is a small pleasure unique to the small Maine town.

    In addition to donuts, breads, squares, cookies and other baked cooks come out of Sadie’s Bakery. On Midnight Madness during the 4th of July Houlton Maine celebration, there is a line out in to the street of folks waiting for a carnival like dough boy with confectionery sugar, cinnamon on them. Or Italian sausages smothered in onions and green peppers and home made rolls. (Stomach grumbling…that’s mine from not enough lunch I guess).

    Tim and Sharon say the donuts are no secret shared only by local folks here in Houlton Maine or across the border in to New Brunswick Canada either. They ship 8 dozen to Alaska periodically to a fellow that pays a dollar a piece just for the shipping charges thru the US Postal system’s priority mail. The donuts arrive within 48 hours from being made, packed, shipped from Houlton Maine. They went up up and away..all the way to our 49th state, brought on board just before Hawaii.

    What the O’Donnell’s make can not be mass produced and it is a hand made one at a time operation. That is the secret, hard work and what makes each baked good so special, sought after. With the internet, and blog posts like this word can spread and demand increase.

    But as Tim says “When we sell out, that’s it for that day”.

    Similar to the German sandwich shop owner in Bangor Maine that retired recently after sixty odd years with a well known favorite “coffee pot” sandwich. The tradition builds the attachment and spans generations. Nothing trendy or faddish about the delicacy that is not from a copy cat chain but one of a kind offering.

    If the Sadie’s Bakery donuts and our local Houlton Farm’s Dairy home made butter could easily get to Florida.

    If the Jordan or Rices red hot dogs you can not buy out of Maine could get delivered to the retirees in the sunny south. Those folks would pay dearly for those items. Someone could become a very rich man. Scarcity adds to the sparkle and increases the hunger that improves the taste. Ever had a Sadie’s Bakery donut or other baked goods item? You have no idea what you are missing.

    Being just a donut, butter and hot dog merchant, food broker would be profitable. But maybe they are all special because they are unique to Houlton Maine, the way life should be. Breath deep when you drive up in to Market Square. Chances are your nose will lead you to Water Street, the home of Sadie’s Bakery in Houlton Maine. Houlton Maine is the county seat for the Crown of Vacationland called Aroostook!

    I’m Andrew Mooers, Maine REALTOR | 207.532.6573  | info@mooersrealty.com

    MOOERS REALTY 69 North ST Houlton ME 04730 USA

  • At Fourteen I Was Spinning Records Working For Howdy Doody Buffalo Bob Smith.

    Four Seasons Beauty, The Major Ingredient Of What We Sell.
    Four Seasons Beauty, The Major Ingredient Of What We Sell.

    The blogs we write about Maine properties, the local community flavor, videos we shoot, edit, post in marketing real estate now started with radio.

    Broadcasting in a small market like a Houlton, Maine was a great job for a fourteen year old farm boy. The station WHOU, and two others in Calais and Millinocket Maine, were owned by early television pioneer Howdy Doody (Buffalo Bob) who had a summer place in Princeton ME.

    My job as a one-man show was do everything from spin tunes, find lost dogs and cats, take out the trash, make sure the transmitter was turned to low power during lightning, and rip/read the news, sports, weather.

    The Associated Press machine chattered and spit out the news. I always thought it odd that 99% of the news we broadcast was for starters, just read and not in the news makers own words. And two, mainly copy on events in the Maine cities and around the world. But not local. We had a station bunker bomb shelter constructed back in the cold war days. I thought if there was ever a nuclear attack at Loring Air Force Base in Limestone, no one locally would know until it came over the wire. News locally went unreported unless called in to the AP and re-routed back to the announcer. If they took the time to check the wire.

    When I entered college at the University of Maine at Orono, I landed a job at WLBZ radio 620 on outer Broadway in Bangor, Maine. Station manager Eddie Owen specifically sought employees from “The County”.

    He figured my growing up on the farm meant I knew how to work, and I liked it. He was right.

    WLBZ radio was just coming off an all-news format that had not scored well in the Bangor market Arbitron ratings. As we struggled to find a niche, a following on the return to the music dial, our news roots carried over in being more than a rip and read AP robot. Sound bites from the news makers themselves were aired. We would rewrite and edit three or four paragraphs down to two. Adding a local angle for home grown flavor and appeal, sparkle.

    We had lots of local news aired around the clock in Bangor involving all the satellite towns, making us different. We were worth listening to. Besides our setup, only newspapers and television outlets were covering the local beat. I worked throughout the year, racking up many radio hours. I also attended UMO where I earned a broadcasting degree with heavy concentration in speech, film and advertising/marketing journalism courses.

    WABI radio program director George Hale offered me more pay at a higher-rated station with the chance to get in to commercial production. I remember being the TV voice of the horse used in a series of Jack and Jean outlets around Bangor. Because channel 5 and sister country station WBGW were at the same facility, the option to learn more was all around me. The film animation courses I took at UMO came out so much more professional due to the access to editing and other enhancements at “Studio City” at 35 Hildredth Avenue near Pilot’s Grill. I was able to do every air shift. I even had to spend the night a few times. One morning, I had to open up the station for George Hale due to a major snowstorm that caused state police to order traffic off the road.

    Eventually “Humble But None The Less Mighty John Marshall” called me while I was on the air at WABI. He offered me a job to come back to a new Z-62– A rock station with many of the former employees of WGUY that had come across town to breath new life in to the old WLBZ, Then WACZ and now WZON. I spun records as Andy Powers, and news as Andrew Powers. The new last “air” name– thought up by Mighty John–was meant to impress the president of Maine Broadcasting with that also shared my new last name.

    I remember rolling in before 5 AM to get the station news ready for Mike Ohara, Tim Comer and eventually Mighty John. When news of a fire at the Greyhound bus stop and The Phoenix in downtown Bangor Maine hit the scanner after one newscast, I fired up my Pinto.

    I raced downtown with a portable cassette recorder and microphone to capture the event’s fire engine sirens, the clanging of busy fire fighters and to interview the chief.

    Later, I would learn it was an electrical fire, and two fire fighters developed smoke inhalation. A cat and a dog in an apartment had died.

    Next, it was a race back to the station–Edit the sound bite–Write the wrap around copy. You did not hear me say “Bangor Fire Chief Daigle says this or that.” I would lead in with “Bangor Fire Chief Leo Daigle” and he would say the fire started on the second floor, “When we got to the blaze, the second floor was pretty much smoke filled, and the cold temperatures hampered our efforts to get water where we wanted it.” The sound bite was blended with natural event audio that put the listener at the scene with live captured sounds. Sirens in the background, windows being cleared, broken glass sound, fire fighters shouting and the fire venting process under way.

    Barry Hobart, another Houlton boy that was the station’s sales manager, said he was stuck on the new third Bangor Brewer bridge in traffic, wondering what all the smoke was. Aerosmith’s “Walk This Way” ended and the lead in story on his radio was the Z’s Bangor Fire Chief explaining what the hub bub was… and where all that smoke was coming from that Barry was wondering about. The best compliment was when he asked how did I get down to capture it, back to edit and air in in the less than 30 minutes between newscasts? I smiled and said “I’m from the County and hustle is something you and I learned growing up”. He grinned.

    People tuned in listen to our news, even when they did not necessarily like our rock music. Our quarter hour ratings were off the scale because of this loyal “news” audience following. Our morning man Mike Ohara was from Houlton, Maine, too, just like Dale Duff, Pete Chambers, John Elliot and Mike Dow who worked the Bangor market. I also ran TV 2 camera for Eddie Driscoll and did the 6 o’clock news with Bill Green, Don Carrigan et al.

    Suddenly, I realized I loved broadcasting, but to move up the ladder meant relocating every two years to places like WPRO in Providence, Rhode Island, and WRKO in Boston. I interviewed and was to be hired for a job at a Brunswick Maine station WIGY. But I had married a Bangor lady and decided I did not want our kids to grow up in the move to eventually outside of Maine. So, I took my real estate courses in Bangor, and for the last thirty years have listed, marketed, and sold real estate in Houlton ME. The broadcasting background and education from UMO served me well as video is taking over real estate promotion.

    In 1980, the market was local. Your property buyers home grown, in the same town the property was parked. Now, the real estate playing field is worldwide. Instead of selling just the sticks and bricks, the area needs to be promoted to someone that has never been to Maine before. Local videos of sports, canoe races, local churches, the area banks, the hospital, soap box derby races all needed to be shot, edited, uploaded. I have close to 400 youtube videos and populate other sites along with posts on over 80 social media platforms we populated along with the blogs, podcasts, vidcasts. Here is a 9000 view example of the local Northern Maine Soap Box Derby Race, the largest for five years in a row in the entire nation. And here is a local hockey game video between two rival hockey teams, the Houlton Hodgdon Blackhawks and Presque Isle Wildcats. And one video showing how we sell Houlton Maine real estate.

    The best program director that I learned the most from in Radio was Mighty John Marshall. It is not cocky if you can do it with his handle “Humble But None The Less Mighty John”. He handed us a dozen-page broadcasting “bible” much of which was from WJBQ, WLOB stints, gigs he had earlier in his Maine broadcasting career. It had advice for on air…don’t complain. Never tell customers to stay off the road on their way in a snowstorm to shop with the guy who pays your salary with his ad sales campaign that is underway during your shift. Never, never have dead air. Keep the levels hot. Talk less. Know what you are going to say, and when on the hour. And play the tunes, entertain, inform.

    I’m Maine REALTOR Andrew Mooers
    207.532.6573
    info@mooersrealty.com