Saturday I headed down the coast. My traveling companion and better half, Miss Mary, was prepping for her third Tri for a Cure on Sunday. I was on my own.
I enjoy driving down coastal U.S. Route 1 towards places like Thomaston, Rockland, and even Camden, my final destination. Given that it was mid-July, and tourist season, I thought the traffic would be heavier than it was. I wasn’t complaining. Continue reading
When the lights go down in the city.
Paul Bunyan, keeping watch over Bangor.
All of us have a special place, or maybe a couple of locales that hold a unique position in our personal geography. Often, hometowns hold both special memories, as well as memories clouded by family conflict and the struggles that go along with coming of age in that place where we’re born. Continue reading
The last time I was north of the Stillwater Avenue exit (exit 193) on I-95 was back in 2004 when I was doing research for my first book.
My last substantial road trip north, however, was further back than that when my son was eight-years-old. He’ll be turning 29 next month. Continue reading