Sunday, May 21, 2006

Apple Blossoms and Fog in Maine


Yes. It's Perfect. Yes, It's sick. Yes, I was born here. But the grass is always greener, and I love New Orleans. Sure is warmer.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

When in Hancock, Maine many years ago, we stopped at a gas station. I pumped the gas and listened to the voices. I didn't get anything. I went inside to pay and didn't understand anything that people were talking about. Where were we? Down East!
We stayed at a French owned chalet style inn. We made the big mistake of dining in one night. Wine pours were miniscule and I wasn't even a certified wino then. Extra bread? Sure! It was reflected in the inflated tab. I bitched and it got us a somewhat better pour.
But the coast is mystical. That's what we loved and the blueberry pancakes.

NolaNik said...

Yeah, you were Downeast. People are wee bit curmudgeonly "down" there. Also, Maine only just started catching n to the wine thing recently. It's getting better. Dunkin' Donuts dark roast coffee started it, then people all switched from instant...typical of most small towns, you know?