What Maine Does

  I had a great day today. A truly great day. So great I had to share it with you, the followers of these lame entries. I only hope that I am a skilled enough writer to make it clear to you why this day was so friggin' great. If you read this and aren't convinced that this day was simply wonderful for me, then I have failed as a writer. It's OK. It's happened before. So I guess we should begin with an examination of what exactly makes a "very special wonderful day." After all, your idea of a wonderful day may be quite different from mine. Your wonderful day might require extraordinary experiences, new people or places, bucket list items, or unforgettable events. As you will soon see, my idea of a wonderful day requires none of the above. Imaginary Faithful Reader : Joel, this is nonsense. How can you call something wonderful and special if there is nothing extraordinary about it? You've created an oxymoron.  Imaginary Joel : Who are you calling a moron? Ju...

  Ed. note: Avid readers of these lame posts may recall a recent entry entitled "Thanksgiving 2023"... This post was an attempt by your disturbed author to predict a disastrous first Thanksgiving in TLOTH's lovely Stockton Springs, Maine townhouse. It was ill-conceived, poorly executed, and almost unintelligible. Kind of like a Trump press conference. What follows is the actual account of a lovely 2022 Thanksgiving dinner. For what it's worth, the author hopes your Thanksgiving was lovely as well. The glorious sunrise pictured above greeted us on our first morning in Stockton Springs. It was Tuesday, November 22. Thanksgiving was rapidly approaching. We had two days to make this a Thanksgiving that didn't suck. We had flown from Ft. Walton to Boston the day before. I came close to ruining Thanksgiving before it had even begun. I had placed my suitcase and knapsack on the shuttle bus luggage rack as we headed from Terminal A to the Logan rental car center. I was ea...