In response to the last post, a very nice person named Shawn, who I don’t know, who must have stumbled across my little blog here, was kind enough to point out that beano is bingo. (Thank you, Shawn.)
I kind of think it might be fun to go play beano/bingo in Rockland. If it wasn’t cancelled. And if I knew where Rockland was.
But I will learn. The woman who rented me this apartment was kind enough to leave me a large Maine atlas before she left. One of these winter nights I am going to curl up with it and study the state. I’m pretty clear on the coast up through Camden, and I’m getting a very good marginally decent sense of Portland. But that’s kind of it.
Before I leave in June though I want to explore the un-touristy bits of Maine – the deep woods bits and the moose bits and the French speaking bits up near Canada. And the outlying islands bits. And the moose bits. I know I already said that part, but I really, really want to see a moose. So it’s worth saying twice. Did you know that moose have floppy upper lips? It’s true.
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