Life's blood of Maine

​             In Camden yesterday, a hundred people and I hiked up Mt. Battie for a fundraising event (Hemophilia Alliance of Maine). One guy hiked in sixty pounds of medieval armor. Stay tuned for the Bangor Daily News story next month. I wrote about the quirky, multi-faceted people of Maine for five years. Saturday rekindled my idea of collecting their stories into a book.
            Today I drove to Portland to visit Tessa and her fiancé, who moved to Maine two weeks ago. Chris’s parents were visiting from the south, so in-laws met their future families.
            Later Nellie and Mike took me for a beach walk in Cape Elizabeth. Nellie’s seven-months-pregnant gait shows the fullness of her belly – so much baby in there. I couldn’t resist saying hello; “I can’t wait to meet you!”
            Here is Rand-McNally’s Maine – blueberries, pine trees (aka lumber), potatoes, and skiing. They missed lobster. Yes, those things are here. There are also armored fundraisers and families expanding every which way. There’s the life’s blood of Maine, pulsing in hearts great and tiny.
 
My 60th year in 60,000 words
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