Meredith and I went to Middlebury College
in Vermont, where we met. We decided on the way back from Maine that we
should swing by the campus again. It was only the second time in 12
years we had been back. Vermont is GORGEOUS. Almost every corner we
went around driving to Midd elicited sighs, followed by “Why don’t we
live here?” There are mountains, and
small cute towns, and small streams, and picturesque farms everywhere.
As much as I love Maine, I could be quite happy living in Vermont, if
a) there were jobs,  b) my family was not a million miles from
Vermont, and c) if Vermont were not a million miles from everywhere.

We wandered campus, talked to one of my profs for about 2 hours (he let
us out on the roof of the new science center so I could take pictures),
and had a great meal in town. We also got to see Midd’s new field
house, which included an indoor track that was in a big balloon. I had
never seen a building held up by air pressure. You
have to go through an airlock and everything to get inside. Oddly,
after leaving Midd on our way to Niagara-on-the-Lake and Michigan, we
saw two more of these “buildings.”

Anyway, Midd was fantastic. So, for those of you who, for some inexplicable reason, are going to another college, it is NOT too late! Transfer now! 

Since my mind is like a steel trap, I often forget to post some things.
So, here is Maine part 2 (or part 4, depending on how you want to count
entries).

While
we lived in several places growing up, the farm on the left is always
“home.” My dad now lives across the street in this house:

So, even though I poked fun at Livermore Falls, there are certainly
nice parts to it. We always sleep a LOT at Dad’s because it is so
quiet. It was cloudy while we were there, which is too bad, because on
clear nights you can see a ton of stars and can usually see the Milky
Way as well.

I also forgot to mention that we went to the Norland’s
(a living history center) Strawberry Shortcake festival. In addition to
eating fresh strawberries on fresh biscuits, we got to wander around the
center and got to try writing with quills and an ink bottle. And I
thought my handwriting could not get worse. Meredith, of course, was
great at it.

 I did mention that Rockland has a wonderful downtown, but I
forgot to mention that a couple of years ago someone decided to
renovate the downtown movie theater. They use it for films and concerts
now, and it is beautiful. To celebrate the one-year anniversary of the Strand opening,
they decided to show “Gone With the Wind.” Since I had never seen it,
Meredith and I decided that I could not pass up seeing it on the big
screen in its original format (the same excuse I raised to get Mer to
see “Star Wars” when it was re-released). So, we went and saw the film with
Meredith’s parents.

Now keep in mind that all I knew of the film was
* The famous line “Frankly, my dear..”
* The names of the major characters
* It took place during the Civil War
* It had passionate looking people embracing on every movie poster I had ever seen

So, first surprise observation: the film is very long. This is not in a
boring-bad way; it is simply long (over 3 hours with the real
intermission). So, I settled back and watched a well-shot film about
two great lovers who were going to somehow carve out America’s great
love during the Civil War. Well, I was very surprised. Scarlett was NOT
what I had expected from 30 years of chick-flick romances, and Rhett
was not a typical sensative 90’s guy either. I was left speechless for several
minutes after the ending. I NEVER expected the ending (which I won’t
give away to the other 3 people who have not seen the film). I don’t
think this film could be made today – it would never get by the test
audiences. All in all, it was a worthwhile thing, but it still leaves me
confused as to why these folks are held up as great lovers.

Oh – as far as the title of the blog, there is a book from Mammy’s point of view that is supposed to be funny, which I hope to read soon.

Those cunnin’ Mainers have figured out a way to stimulate the local economy by reviving the (pre-1567) sale of indulgences.

Oh! I forgot. For those of you who have met Meredith’s grandparents,
you know how wonderful they are. The are both in their eighties and are
sarcastic, funny, and sharp as tacks. They also love to play
boy-versus-girl SkipBo. They take this very seriously. So, we played
three days while we were there.

Day
1: The women jump out to an imtimidating 3-0 lead. It looked like the
skunk was going to make an appearance. We managed to win the last game
(finishing at 11:00 p.m.). Carelton threw the stuffed skunk that I had
gotten for Leona a few years ago across the room when we won.

Day 2: It was a short evening because we were all tired. We split the games.

Day
3: The skunk made an appearance! Normally, the skunk does not come out
for just two games, but it looked good. So, the total for the entire
week was 4-4.

Playing SkipBo with the grandparents is always a highlight for me. If
you get to Maine, try to look them up and play (contact me and I’ll get
you directions). It is MUCH fun.

In Maine, lobster is a delicacy. When cooked, this seafood turns bright red.

So, we spent almost 2 full weeks in Maine. We split the time up between
my inland papermill-town home town (Livermore Falls) and the delightful
ocean-side charming town of Rockland. Livermore Falls is not all bad –
I get to see my family, eat my step-mom’s WONDERFUL cooking, and read a
lot. I mock it, but I did have a nice, quiet time in Livermore Falls.

Ahh,
but for Maine charm, Rockland is good for the soul. The weather cleared
up for us when we went to Rockland, and I could not have asked for a
nicer 5 days (a touch warm for my Mainer tastes, but I am picky).

Mer and I took the Vinalhaven ferry out to, well, Vinalhaven. I had
never been out to a Maine island before, and I really liked the 1 hour
15 minute trip out to the island. It was relaxing and very pretty.

There was a teenage boys baseball team on the ferry – I assume to go
play the Vinalhaven team. The ferry was crowded, and the whole team was
in the front of the boat. A couple of teenage girls were trying to make
their way to the front and were apologizing as they were going. In a
very happy moment for me, the coach saw the girls and told them not to
worry. He then yelled, “Hey, knuckleheads! Move! There are some ladies
coming forward!” The boys moved and spent most of the trip looking in
on the boat rather than looking out at the islands and water.

Vinalhaven
was nice. We made our way to a nature preserve near the town. Although
there are cars on the island, it is still pretty walkable. There is a
small family cemetery on the land, so I took a picture. I like old
cemeteries for some reason.

We made for a big rock on the ocean. I am also fascinated by big rocks –
I just HAVE to climb them. The walk over was muddy and rocky and not
the easiest thing to do, but we made it. While we were sitting on the
rock enjoying the sun and the water, a couple came up on a path that we
had not seen and walked by, continuing on the path that I had not seen.
They told us the path was scenic, so we decided to do it. The path was
very muddy in a few places, and the “path” was not much of one on
places (see Mer on the path we somehow missed on the way to the rock), but it was a great hike and was very worthwhile.

To this day, I am always surprised when I see a big sandy beach. The
coast of Maine is rocky, and to me, it is normal to swim where it hurts
your feet. What else would a beach look like? Although I did not go
swimming on this trip, I did like this stretch of coast on the island.

The last picture I’ll throw up from the island is this: it was breezy on the water side of the island:

Once we finished the trail, we made our way back to the ferry. What a
great few hours! It would be nice to be able to bike or moped around
the island someday – it is quite big.

On the Fourth of July, we went with Mer’s parents and grandparents to
Thomiston for the grandparents’ traditional celebration: watch the 5 k
race, eat breakfast at a local restaurant, watch the parade, and then
listen to the community band play for an hour or so. The added bonus
this year was I got to run in the race ($5 AND you still get a
t-shirt!).

I
was up against some of Maine’s most talented runners, so I was anxious.
Everyone looked lean while I just looked hungry (I put on 5 pounds on
vacation, 10 over the last 2 months). This was the first 5 k race I had
run in 5 years (I have focused mostly on marathons), so I was not sure
how I would do. I was pretty sure I could break 24 minutes since I had
been training at that pace. I REALLY wanted to break 21 minutes, but
that was going to be hard. I went out pretty strong. Unfortunately, it
was really humid, and the half-way turn around was up a long hill (not
steep, but really long). I was struggling by the turn around – I
actually had to get some water and walk for 50 or 75 feet while
drinking. I have never in 20+ years of running had to get water during
a 5 k race. Anyway,
the water helped (as well as the downhill), and I finished up pretty
well. As far as Mer could tell, I was near the back of the top 1/3. I
had a time of 23:17, which I was okay with since it was so humid.

At the finish line, they had a firehose spraying water, as well as cups of water to drink and dump on your head. After this, I went and found my family, but no one seemed too eager to hug me. How odd.

We then did the rest of the tradition – we ate in a restaurant, saw the
parade, and listened to the community band. It was a pleasant way to
spend the Fourth. The parade was an interesting mix of veterans,
churches, charities, businesses, politicians, and even a few war
protesters. It was a great reminder to me about part of what the Fourth
is about – free speech and freedom to assemble.

I’ll post more on our trip to Middlebury, Vermont and to
Niagra-on-the-Lake, Ontario later. In the meantime, I’ll leave you with
a picture of friendly Maine natives:

Whew. After 2 packed weeks, we are back in Ohio. I’ll try to post vacation stuff over the next few days.

So,  Mer and I went bowling today (real bowling – that would be candlepin bowling to those of you who were not lucky enough to grow up in New England). I was doing fairly well, and was on pace to maybe get a 90 (which is my oft-sought 9 pins/frame). After 6 frames, I had a 53 which was darn close to a 9/frame. Mer was struggling a little with a 31, and was saying she would be happy with breaking a 50. I, of course, dismissed her being able to make up 22 points in 4 frames, so I wanted her to do well, and I was concentrating on getting my 90. Needless to say, she was clearly sharking me. She got THREE spares in the final four frames, while I got two 9’s and two 7’s. So, I finished with a respectable 86, while my “I’m doing SO badly at this game” wife ended with a mere 93. Remind me to NEVER bet this woman.

Our final scores in two games:
Mu: 86 and 81
Mer: 93 and 67

I can only conclude we were both tiring in the second game from having to handle the two-pound ball.

One of the fun things about candlepin is that you don’t clear the pins between throws, so you can use the fallen pins (called “deadwood”) to help you out. I really like this aspect of the game.

Rest assured, even though candlepin is different than “big ball” bowling, you still get to wear the stylish shoes.

Wow. Mainers are absolute geniuses! Check out Wicked Whoopies, including the Whoop-de-doo, a chocolate covered whoopie pie. Wow.

June 28th update: We stopped at Wicked Whoopie and got several. The standard “Classic” was good, but Moody’s is still better. I tried a “Whoop-de-doo” (as pictured) and they are good, and Sonotmu called it when he thought they would taste like a Ho-ho. That is about right, although these have more creme. We got 4 more flavors we will report on : mint, peanut butter, chocolate mousse, and chocolate chip. They look good, but at the end of the day, classic chocolate whoppie pies are the best.

One of the most wonderful desserts ever invented was the whoopie pie. It is found in New England, mosly in Maine. Every little store carries these tasty treats. I grew up addicted to them. Happily, Amish and Mennonites also make whoopie pies, so being in Ohio does not deprive me entirely. Maine whoopie pies tend to be sweeter and MUCH bigger (I have seen whoopie pies that were almost as big as a dinner plate). While I have not had any of the HUGE whoopie pies yet, I have managed to consume 5 or 6 smaller ones (ones about the diameter of a normal cupcake). This is quite restrained of me. I will get some of the bigger ones when I can.

For those who may ever be in Maine, the best whoopie pies to be had are at Moody’s Diner in Waldoboro. Boy, are those good.

In honor of Caribbeaner’s
recent postings about Harry Potter, I thought I would post this German cover that my brother and I saw in a foreign language book store in Chicago. I thought is was “Sprockets” meets Harry Potter…

“Ya, vit Harry we dance for you!”

Here is the picture Sonotmu talked about (and I have to admit it is rather German):