Day 11:
Owls Head to Saco
Quote of the day:
Every time I think about
back home
It's cool and breezy
I wish that I could be there
right now
Just passing time.
back home
It's cool and breezy
I wish that I could be there
right now
Just passing time.
Weather:
Fog, rain (hard at times), clearing late in the afternoon, then warm
Pics: Owls Head fresh
leaf fall, Salty Dog Tavern and Grill, wedding in Portland, the last pic of a
pretty tree
Up way too early,
coffee and toast, then a walk and meet-up with R (he’s running, then walking).
THB leaves first and is almost immediately caught in a hard downpour. Figure R
will be smart enough not to start, so don’t bother returning to let him know.
20 minutes later, here comes R, also drenched. Agree it makes us the craziest
motha-fuckahs in all of Owls Head (at least on this Saturday). JC shows better
grasp of the local conditions and opts not to join in. For C, S and DB: it was never
on, they keep their wits about them given the amount of rain and fog on hand.
Lots of slow motion
hanging around in the morning (gosh, wonder if the food and drink at Primo’s
had much to do with that). Part ways a little before noon and THB and DB head
south. Our first stop is at the Salty Dog for fried fish and chips (though DB
tried to order hers blackened) and a shared extremely local brew (made on
premises), $26.
From lunch, we do a drop-in at the LL Bean Catalog store in Freeport where THB swears he started to break out with a strong allergic reaction as soon as he got within a few miles of downtown Freeport. DB takes note and thus we do a fast walk-thru and a short stroll before continuing south to Portland where we stroll what might be generously called the downtown art district and most would call skid row.
Another short jaunt
and we’ve arrived at the Hampton Inn in Saco (about 1 hour 45 minutes from
Logan airport) for the night. Unfortunately, THB did not notice the fine print
and somehow along with ending up in a huge king / suite, we are in the smoking
wing of the hotel.
So much for booking
through some generic “list all the hotels” site; when we check in the front
desk tells as that a) they are full for the night; b) they get 4-5 people a day
complaining about ending up a smoking room (the site reserves the right to put
you in a room not quite with the requested requirements); and c) on January 1st
they will convert to all non-smoking.
So: a) we’re screwed,
THB has pre-paid and THB’s eyesight is fading, he can no long ready fine print;
b) THB wonders how a hotel in Saco on a Saturday night can be full (even the
hotel staff is surprised at 100% occupancy; and c) we’re only 70 days or so too
early.
Dinner in Biddleford
(near Saco) at Thai ME: fish in ginger sauce, pad thai with tofu, wine, local
beer (Portland), $50. It is in the low 60s and clear, another amazing turn of
the weather.
Day 12:
Saco to E-ville
Quote of the day:
Everybody seems to wonder
What it's like down here
I gotta get away
from this day-to-day
running around,
Everybody knows
this is nowhere.
What it's like down here
I gotta get away
from this day-to-day
running around,
Everybody knows
this is nowhere.
Weather:
Clear and cool, perfect for flying except there is a headwind going west
Book Review, audio category: Waging Heavy Peace, Neal Young (read by Keith
Carradine). Hey, hey, my, my, rock and roll can never die, there’s more to the
picture than meets the eye. THB thinks Neal thought that he was getting paid by
the word, rather than the image created, of his life story. And, no need to
tell it in a straight line, better to keep looping and looping and retelling
some parts over and over. And, somehow, Neal’s personality comes through and
you hang with him through the 10 hours. Not all that much juicy gossip, and it
does seem that if you are rocker that survived this long, you are gonna get a
biography out there. :
Book Review: Billy Lynn’s Long Halftime Walk, Ben
Fountain (novel). An American infantry squad is being honored with a glory tour
of America after a battle in Iraq made them heroes (and a few of them died).
Today’s big event: appearing at halftime of the Thanksgiving football game
between the Dallas Cowboys and Chicago Bears, in Dallas. Told through the
soldier (Billy Lynn) who has won medals for the battle and is struggling with
the juxtaposition of new found fame and what for him is now all pretty complex
for a 19 year old to take in and make sense of: loyalty to family, to his
squad, to his commitment to the army, making out with a Dallas cheerleader, and
wisdom passed on by his sergeant and dead comrade. Recommended.
The flight home from
Boston takes 6.5 hours; must be one of the all-time longest continental flights
ever. At least this time United has the sense to leave THB and DB in the
economy plus seats as originally booked. Phew!