In the Matrix, Neal is asked why, why Mr. Anderson do you do it…maybe referring to blogging on Maine, visiting Vacationland. Why indeed. Because I chose to, am a personal
Folks jammed in a small area with wall to wall people struggling with giant nose bleed high mortgages, stuck in bumper to bumper barely moving traffic….I’m talking somewhere other than
Two 50 caliber guns, in an unpressurized cabin that is cold, smells like a latrine with a War War Two B-24 bomber plane filled with other young nervous army airmen.
Everything I apply to life I learned in the Maine potato field. Sort of. Seriously, you start each morning, listening to the radio to see what time the
