The Antler Motel’s sign still flickers.

But the rooms are booked out six months ahead—a first in decades.

The school bus hummed past the half-built solar array.

Three rows of dusty panels faced the morning sun.

I woke in a cold sweat.

The dream was just more proof that I spend too much time glued to the news.

A Working Earth, a Decent Life: What Maine’s Climate Plan Looks Like From the Job Site It was 93 degrees in Lewiston the day Ray Arsenault realized the mill job was never coming back.

The building was still there—hollowed out, windows…

It ended with a handshake in the wrong city.

Not in Washington.

We are two days from a milestone that may mark a turning point — or a breaking point.

The warning signs have been there from the start.