A Summer Night In Maine

Sometimes, on a beautiful warm night like tonight inMaine. The people are wicked nice. The foothills of the
Maine, I sit here listening to the crickets, smelling themountains, where we live, are beautiful. If we had
lilacs and the balsam, and looking out over the field,stayed in southern New England, we never would
which is still lit by the last remnants of our long twilight,have been able to afford the amount of land we have
remembering summers past and winters yet to comehere. (Of course, thanks to Maine's tax system, we
and thinking of all the many things that make up ourcan't really afford the land we have here anymore
Maine life and I wonder to myself, "How the hell can Ieither, but we could afford it when we bought it, until
get out of this hellhole before next January?"our taxes doubled in three years. I hate Maine.)
I hate Maine. I'm basically here because we wereIf we ever hit Powerball or I sell a book (which would
looking for a place to live in VT or NH, took a wrongbe more likely if I'd write one) we would be out of here
turn in Brattleboro, went north and decided that we'dso fast, that we'd leave contrails. I don't know where
explore Rt2, followed it to Rumford, where the air didn'twe'd go but it'd be warmer in the winter, have fewer
smell like paper mill only because it was Sunday andbugs, less wind, less snow, fewer carcinogens in the air
the geek found a job listing in the Bangor newspaperand less mercury in the water, fewer Republican
that some fool had left in a restaurant booth. Off wecongress critters and more community for secular
flew, like snowflakes on the west wind.unschoolers. Of course, the only drawback would be
He started with phones at a phone company that wasthat we'd have to leave some good friends, good
so small that the owner's wife, who knew nothingneighbors and good memories of the happy times
about phone systems, helped out while breastfeedingwe've had here in Maine.
an infant and toilet training a toddler with a little portableWell, maybe we'd come back for a couple of months
potty that she brought with her. Talk aboutin the summer, but we're definitely not spending any
multi-tasking. Didn't phaze the geek though. He justmore than July and August here. Of course, fall IS the
kept his head down and made sure his butt set didn'tbest time of the year in Maine, after the bugs die and
hit her in the anywhere. (Butt sets are those big phonethe summer complaints have all gone back to Boston
handsets that phone guys have hanging from theiror wherever they came from and before the hunters
belts. Well, what did you think they were?)arrive to shoot at our horses and Black Labs and
That job lasted long enough for the geek to getanything else that has four legs. (This is the only
enough experience and training to apply for a statereason we take in the lawn furniture in late October.)
job, which he's had ever since. While he was learningIf we don't hit Powerball, we'll have to wait to leave
the ropes - or I guess I should say the wires - of theuntil Geekdaddy retires. However, due to our late start
phone and computer biz, we were also training to beat parenthood, we'll still have a teenager who will
foster parents, something we did for 11 years. Fifteenprobably yowl her head off if we tell her we're moving
kids passed through our home and three stayedaway from her friends, so we may have to wait a
through adoption. It's one of the reasons I love Maine.few years until she's launched. But right after that, no
Maine gave us our kids.question about it, we're outta here. I just can't see living
Okay, I know I said I hate Maine. I do. But I also lovein a place I hate, even if I do love it.