Tuesday evening, Mama Wordbones and I were in downtown
scouting out places for dinner. It was a cool Kennebunkport New England evening and I was wearing a wind shirt from the Iron Bridge Wine Company.
“Excuse me,” a stranger on the street said, “Where did you get that shirt?”
It turns out that my fellow traveler was not only from HoCo, he was from
Ellicott City. As they say, it’s a small world but I wouldn’t want to paint it.
It was good to get away but it was also somewhat comforting to run into someone from home when home is over four hundred miles south.
I’m back now and, though we had a nice time, it’s good to be home again in HoCo.
Did I miss anything?