Up in Maine

A drizzly gray morning here outside of Bangor, Maine, at the rather swank Atlantic Oceanside Hotel.  I'm in the common room of the main building, sitting in a bay window that runs about forty feet, modernistic steel and glass, curving up to include the sky to the zenith. The sea is gray fading to silver sky. which darkens to gray again. The rain was a bare sprinkle when I came out before five; starting to be heavy a couple of hours later.

The weather forecast is crappy today, crappier tomorrow, continued crappiness on Thursday and Friday – it is Maine, after all – with a chance of isolated photons breaking through over the weekend.  If we're good.

But it is a very nice hotel to be stranded in, and the city of Bangor is just a mile down the road.  We had a good time strolling around there yesterday afternoon, after we drove in from the airport.  It's a touristy place, but the fare on offer is not quite as brainless as we're used to in Florida.

A good place to write, I think, the shade of Hemingway still hovering from Michigan.

Joe