My First Visit to Maine
My work career has taken me to a lot of different places.
Some have been very interesting.
I knew two things about the State of Maine:
Lobster and Stephen King.
Not necessarily in that order.
I was stricken with the beauty of the place.
Everything is green.
"Watch for Moose in the Road"
Made me a little nervous.
Then I passed the sign for Kennebunkport and I got a bit of a tickle in my mind.
The place was famous for something, right?
I thought of the Kennedy family and figured that wasn't it...they were also New England folks, but that was Massachusetts, right?
I passed the place but made a note to stop there on the way back.
I was a mile from the exit when I remembered:
The Bush Family has a summer place there!
I stopped anyway.
I chowed down my lobster roll, looking over my shoulder, hoping that W. didn't walk up.
Then I headed towards the ocean, following the signs.
It's a short trip...it's a small, wealthy town.
The beach wasn't great, but I breathed in the air for a moment.
A beautiful day.
Some really big homes.
I read up a little on the Goggle about the town.
It's really small.
But I left having seen it.
I know why someone would get a place up there.
Maine is beautiful.
Moose or not.
I wish I'd found Stephen King lurking around, but hey...I might get back there.
Some have been very interesting.
I knew two things about the State of Maine:
Lobster and Stephen King.
Not necessarily in that order.
I was stricken with the beauty of the place.
Everything is green.
"Watch for Moose in the Road"
Made me a little nervous.
Then I passed the sign for Kennebunkport and I got a bit of a tickle in my mind.
The place was famous for something, right?
I thought of the Kennedy family and figured that wasn't it...they were also New England folks, but that was Massachusetts, right?
I passed the place but made a note to stop there on the way back.
I was a mile from the exit when I remembered:
The Bush Family has a summer place there!
I stopped anyway.
I chowed down my lobster roll, looking over my shoulder, hoping that W. didn't walk up.
Then I headed towards the ocean, following the signs.
It's a short trip...it's a small, wealthy town.
The beach wasn't great, but I breathed in the air for a moment.
A beautiful day.
Some really big homes.
I read up a little on the Goggle about the town.
It's really small.
But I left having seen it.
I know why someone would get a place up there.
Maine is beautiful.
Moose or not.
I wish I'd found Stephen King lurking around, but hey...I might get back there.
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