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 in flirtations 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.
About Me
- Jim Krosschell
- Retired publishing executive ecstatic with the idea of spending most of his time on the coast of Maine
Monday, June 30, 2008
last day in the office
It's almost impossible to believe that the day I've been looking forward to for years is here. A couple of hours ago, I left the office, carded the sensor at the parking garage, drove the Longfellow Bridge for the last time. I've still got the baggage of the company computer, Blackberry, credit card, and consulting agreement (you could call it insurance in these days of fin de Bush) but there's nothing to brace the spirit like cleaning out your office. Cleaning out the mind and preparing it for Maine will take a little longer. There are 29 years of feigning the business of being a businessman to un-synchronize.