Goodbye Maine. I love you dearly. The fact that you never really warmed up consistently and insisted on blowing cold wind right up until the end of May is but a pimple on the nose of my adoration, and I am choosing to look beyond it.
I put 370 miles on the car today, and am currently in Utica, where there is a Wendy’s Restaurant and a fire raging about 10 blocks away that has made the air here smell like a giant woodburning stove.
Rather sad, about the Maine, but also rather joyful about the Chicago.
Not joyful about the remaining 830 miles. Send nice thoughts.
(Realized earlier that I never opened up comments on the earlier post about the pieces that I produced. That was exhaustion and distraction, methinks. Regardless. It is fixed.)
May 31, 2008 at 8:23 pm
You leaving Maine feels like I am leaving Maine.
Thanks for taking me with you while you were there.
It was a wonderful trip.
Sniffle.