So, here I am, still in Maine. (Motto: The Confusing Highway State) Today I figured out that there are four ways to get from Scarborough to Portland, but only one way back. Don’t ask how it works that way. And to make matters worse, they recently renumbered the exits… yes, I swear I’m not making that up. So now all of the highway signs say things like “Exit 42 (Old Exit 6)” which makes things very interesting, because the locals aren’t used to the changes yet. So they will say, get off on exit 33, but you don’t know if they mean new, or old. Problem is, they don’t know which they mean either. So the best plan is to navigate using a sextant and a compass. That way, the Maine Department of Transportation has no way to mess you up.
Before I forget, I should post this picture I took of one of the security checkpoints for the Fleet Center in Boston. You can see the guy, well maybe not with this low res picture, but the guy standing in the middle is secret service. Cool!
So anyway, back to Maine… If you happen to miss an exit in Maine, you end up in New Hampshire. I’m not kidding, it happens in the blink of an eye. Another disturbing trend in Maine is the dual use of the US and the Metric system. All of the signs have both, and I can only guess that it must be to placate all of the illegal Canadians that come over into Maine to experience the joy that is the United States. Yeah, you Canadians know who you are. Maine is of course further north than 75% of the population of Canada, because if you go any further north, you end up on the North Pole.
The food continues to be fantastic. I was raised to believe that the best beef in the world came from Kansas. Granted, every state is probably led to believe that they are the best. Just like every religion teaches that it is the only way to eternal happiness. They can’t ALL actually be the best… so which is it? Well, at least on the beef front, I’m gonna have to throw my rope at New York, which is where the Maine beef comes from. Now lobster, on the other hand, is actually carried off of the fishing boats and thrown directly onto your plate. However, today I had a fantastic lunch, which was a bacon wrapped perfect filet mignon sandwich, made with an English muffin. Dang, that’s good.
On an aside, I have decided that I am going to make those sandwiches the next time I have “Lynne” and “Andrea” et al, over for dinner. Of course for “Lynne’s” little one, I’ll have a special dinner of grilled cheese, his favorite.
On to my accomodations. The place is nice. There are four of us staying in this suite. There are two bedrooms and a living room and kitchen. There were supposed to be three beds and a pull-out couch. I of course wanted the pull-out couch because I wanted the desk with Internet access, as well as the best kitchen access. So I called dibs, and then my insomnia kicked in. The other three went to bed and locked their respective doors. About 3 AM, I decided to go to bed, and went to pull out the couch (which is about 4 feet across) and as luck would have it, it’s not a pull out couch. So I got a blanket and layed it out on the floor, then realized I had no pillow. So I ended up folding and stacking a bunch of my tshirts to use as a pillow. Fortunately I couldn’t sleep anyway, so I layed on the floor for an hour or two, then layed on the couch all curled up, and finally gave up and went back to watching TV.
But regardless of the sleep situation, there is still a harbor within spitting distance, which is quite pretty. Check it out…
Tonight, I managed to scrounge three blankets and a pillow, so the floor will be a little more comfortable. And if I can’t sleep, I’ll just update again.
Thanks for reading my long, drawn-out entry.