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.
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
Just about as far opposite...
We're about to head for Florida for a week - can't think of anything more different from Maine. I hope I survive.