Labor Day weekend is sort of a miserable mix around here. Every holiday weekend sees the population of Maine double. It still cracks me up to realize there are more people living in Manhattan than the entire state of Maine year round.
I’ll hear the turnpike reports Tuesday, how many in and how many out. One of the strange things about driving into Maine is the largest percentage come in through I-95/I-295 which means the Maine Turnpike, which means cameras. And people counting.
The Great State of Maine Air show concluded this afternoon. Then the jets and planes started getting out of Dodge. They all beat feet pretty quickly.
Time for all the other out of staters to start with their giddyup. Year rounders here would like at least a few weeks of driving not crowded roads before that white craps starts falling from the sky.
Already the nights are getting into the 40s. Today, it was in the 90s mid-day.
It is supposed to be hot all week. Probably one of the last beach weeks, although I have been to the beach as late as November.
Crush d’jour. As close as perfect as perfect gets. And there I was thinking I was still in my blonde phase.
Avril Mathie. What in the hell is in the water down under?
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