Vacation Maine. I love this place. Just past season but the buses of Germans are still making the rounds. The lines for lobster still there. Sun, rain, wind and calm. Twilight. A nine-foot tide with currents swirling their power. I don’t touch the green. My body aches with ongoing Lyme-Stories. Family. Happy Hour. History. Truths are revealed. Secrets kept with promises. These times are for questioning everything we know. I want more.
My wife’s people vacation in New Hampshire, the same manatees. Khaki shorts, boat shoes, preppy shirt, 3 trophy kids and a trophy wife. I’m sure they’re nice people to talk to, one by one, but as a class they’re awful awful people.
I should clarify that we are not the manatees 😉 At least, I don’t think we are. Despite being affluent white people, in Wolfeboro we’re the poor relations hovering around the edges, renting a cheap boat for the day.
Yes, they probably talk shit about you the moment you leave. I know I do. And I hope you would do the same for me.
Well, there is a sub group of the Blue Bloods that remind of Judge Schmails in Caddyshack. “I’ve sent people younger than you to the gas chamber Danny. I didn’t want to do it but I felt like I owwwwwwed it too them.” But we’ve been hitting KBunkPort for many years now, and this year we got a great intro into the community at a very different level. And Amy’s family is very low key. Also met an amazing publisher. All in all a good trip. And I don’t own a shirt with a collar so I’m good.
Fifty bucks the Schmails kid eats it!
…Now there is a movie that reminds me of summer as a kid.
Spaulding! “You gonna eat your fat?”
Great big gobs of greasy grimy Gopher guts, greasy grimy Gopher guts.
ohhh…you are tak’en me back man. Summer with my cousins in the country. 60 acre farm with horses, cows, chickens, pigs, motorbikes, 4×4 Broncos, dogs, guns and…satellite TV. We watched that movie 27 times. We always watched until the very end to see the Gopher dancing.
…Got me smiling!
One of the best all time. Clearly.