That should make up for any slacking on my part, perceived or real.
This past weekend, Clifford and I went to dinner in Freeport, Maine. We sat at an outdoor table at the restaurant, right on a street corner with a nice fire.
|The fire, though lovely, was not exactly for warmth --|
particularly when the wind blew it away from us
|We both enjoyed our people-watching spot|
The corner we were on claims interesting history indeed. It's right across from the L.L. Bean flagship store, as you can see, where Main Street and Bow Street meet. The corner is actually curved and much larger than usual. Apparently, back in the 1700s, the British navy coveted Maine's stately white pines for its ships' masts. Horses would pull the lengthy trees down Bow Street to Mast Landing for shipping, and the ample rounding of the corner was necessary for the horses and soon-to-be masts to clear the space.
The things you learn on a ghost tour of an old New England town.
More on that next time.