Flanneur d’autoroute

The dog and I are going to visit a number of friends in Ontario at the end of the month, and as is my wont, I’ve already planned several different potential routes to get there and back, but I know exactly what route I’m going to take.  I’ll drive south on the Maine Turnpike, through New Hampshire, avoid Boston via I-495, and then take the Massachusetts Turnpike and the New York State Thruway to the border near Niagara Falls, and from there it’s a quick jog to my first stop in Hamilton, Ontario.  I’ll spend a few days there and then head on the 401 on a straight shot to Belleville, where I’ll get off the highway and circle on the winding roads of Prince Edward County til I visit my second stop, visiting my friends (including prolific commentator Viktoria).  Then after a few days of very intense conversation, I’m sure, and lots of hugs, I’ll get back on the 401 until I get to Quebec, where I’ll take the autoroute into Montreal and a steak dinner with my friend from Calgary before loading up a cooler with Montreal smoked meat from Schwartz’s Deli and the final push back to Maine.  Google says it’s 1289 miles, which sounds about right.

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It’s so big

Last night I took the dog to Peaks Island for a nighttime walk.  The ferry was cold and I didn’t wear quite enough layers – perfect for the walk, but the wind coming across Casco Bay, combined with the perky pace of the Machigonne II car ferry, meant I was chilled to the bone when I got back to the mainland.  I put the dog in the back of the car – after a three hour walk he curled up and immediately fell asleep – and I popped into a bar for a quick whisky to warm up.   The woman next to me struck up a conversation when her husband excused himself to use the loo.  She was from northern Vermont, she and her husband owned a craft brewery, and they had engineered a few days holiday in Portland around a “business tour” of a couple of breweries in town.

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Checked out

I went to my local library in Scarborough last week, which was probably the first time I’d been in a local library since I was in college.  I needed some books for the flights back and forth to Seattle for the weekend, knowing that I’d be at risk of getting delayed somewhere, so I borrowed my dad’s library card and browsed for a bit.

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Graffiti

It’s been awhile.

I was driving past the mall earlier this week, a day or two after a blizzard dropped a foot of snow on Portland.  It’s been bitterly cold, so the snow is light and fluffy, drifting in the wind.  I drove past a wasteland site with a singularly ugly building at the center.   It’s a car dealership, almost complete, small signs saying “we’re hiring” and “coming this spring” dotting the entrance, mostly buried in the drifts.

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