Jen Barton's Blog - Posts Tagged "pennywise"
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A few weeks ago I got news that after the Supreme Court's ruling on DOMA two dear friends were getting married in Maine.
I was thrilled. As I packed I couldn't help thinking about how special it was, how momentous a time for them and all same sex couples. In fact, I was so into the wedding that I didn't even consider where I'd be going.
The Motherland. The home of the master. Bangor, Maine. Otherwise known as Derry.
When it hit me I immediately geeked out. We sheepishly drove by Stephen King's house (a beautiful home in a quaint neighborhood, complete with spiders and bats on the black iron fence) and had to walk down to the creek at the Barrens. I must admit that even while we were getting the marriage license for my friends, I was hoping SK would have some mundane errand and have to stop by City Hall. I imagined him walking in, exchanging a quiet nod as he passed through the lobby, then through the glass doors to the clerk to pay his parking ticket or buy a permit allowing him to be more awesome. Whatever.
Alas, no.
Short of running into him at the Sea Dog ("Ahh, loved Joyland...looking forward to Dr. Sleep!") or maybe at Fiddleheads, seeing the Standpipe was probably my favorite. It's beautiful, and enormous, with a large black door that hints of hidden dangers.
Maybe that's why I'm having trouble sleeping, or maybe it's because I keep expecting Pennywise to peer out of a sewer. Is it weird that I saw one red balloon floating in the air yesterday, or that the sink at The Riverside Inn (where I'm staying) made a strange blub...blub sound as the water drained?
No, Jen, that's not weird. That's just the sound of...floating. And we all float down here.
I was thrilled. As I packed I couldn't help thinking about how special it was, how momentous a time for them and all same sex couples. In fact, I was so into the wedding that I didn't even consider where I'd be going.
The Motherland. The home of the master. Bangor, Maine. Otherwise known as Derry.
When it hit me I immediately geeked out. We sheepishly drove by Stephen King's house (a beautiful home in a quaint neighborhood, complete with spiders and bats on the black iron fence) and had to walk down to the creek at the Barrens. I must admit that even while we were getting the marriage license for my friends, I was hoping SK would have some mundane errand and have to stop by City Hall. I imagined him walking in, exchanging a quiet nod as he passed through the lobby, then through the glass doors to the clerk to pay his parking ticket or buy a permit allowing him to be more awesome. Whatever.
Alas, no.
Short of running into him at the Sea Dog ("Ahh, loved Joyland...looking forward to Dr. Sleep!") or maybe at Fiddleheads, seeing the Standpipe was probably my favorite. It's beautiful, and enormous, with a large black door that hints of hidden dangers.
Maybe that's why I'm having trouble sleeping, or maybe it's because I keep expecting Pennywise to peer out of a sewer. Is it weird that I saw one red balloon floating in the air yesterday, or that the sink at The Riverside Inn (where I'm staying) made a strange blub...blub sound as the water drained?
No, Jen, that's not weird. That's just the sound of...floating. And we all float down here.
