 | Homemaking in the Dunes Jan 22 | Maine had always been a my beloved home state. There is a rugged softness you do not see in many areas that you will encounter in Maine. There is no where else in the United States where you can hit black ice and stove up someone's car or mailbox to find a new friend. I was driving back Maine to live after living in New Hampshire for a few years. I hit black ice and took out a mailbox. The genetleman of the house came out and said "You stove up my mail box, what the hell". (by the way stove up is slang for the f word) He roared in a gruff voice. I sat in my truck shaking and crying with my newborn. Next thing, I know I am sitting in their Lewiston kitchen with a cup of tea, a warm blanket, and the wife is rocking my baby. Then, they find out I am from that French Canadian family. Of course, they know the whole lot. That is the Lewiston, Maine that I remember. Not, the Lewistion that hit the news on October 25. I was sitting at a tavern with my adult daughter listening to very bad open mic. We got the alert and were advising a friend who was in the middle of it how to avoid trauma. We started alerting other patrons, no one believed us. Things like this do not happen in Maine.  | | | |  | You can also reply to this email to leave a comment. | | | | |
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