Maine infected me at the age of 12, in Brunswick, on a family trip from Minnesota. The bug was more or less dormant until I moved to Boston in the late 70s, spread a little as I flirted with the mountains and lakes of New Hampshire and Vermont, and now, with the bemused tolerance of my wife Cynthia Dockrell, has set in without cure.
Sunday, September 13, 2009
Vinalhaven bits (II)
The fence separating a motel from the town wharf is decorated with flattened cans. See below for a patriotic enlightenment.
Whatever else you want to say about Vinalhaven, it's certainly got moxie.