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
Friday, March 20, 2009
Places we sit
A friend once suggested that she'd love to see a book that describes - in words and pictures - favorite outdoor places to relax. Maine would be particularly fertile ground to mine, the way people use the banks of a river, coffee shops, almost anywhere around a harbor, the semi-famous practice of garage-sitting, beaches, backyard decks, front porches, mountain ledges, lawn chairs on driveways. (That these three women sitting on a bench on the Santa Monica pier actually look more rightcoast-ish than leftcoast-ish just reinforces the idea.) Baby boomers want to be outside, are losing a bit of energy, don't have money to travel far, try to recapture community, enjoy beverages and snacks, will have lots of leisure time - sound promising?
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