"Barnacles" is an essay about the coast of Maine, but it is not part of my collection One Man's Maine (click on the picture next door to order). It's a brand-new piece published by the wonderful folks at Under the Sun.
Here's the link. Barnacles
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.
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