Sunday, 15 July 2007, 8:38 am, South Portland, ME
Left the house at half past ten, quickly across the border, and then south along Route 9 to Bangor and from there through to Newport, where we gassed the car and lunched at a Tim Horton’s. Fine weather. Continued to Augusta, Maine, which is a rather fine capital city along the Kennebec River, and from there to Portland, which we both found very attractive indeed; and, after a somewhat prolonged search, settled on a room at the Howard Johnson’s in South Portland. Accommodation is ridiculously
expensive; this old room costs $140.00, and the television doesn’t work. Out to a mall for food (sushi and an indifferent roast chicken) and drink (tequila and California zinfandel) and so whiled away the evening.
At the supermarket, the aged cashier was Chinese, and when I said ‘how are you today?’ she immediately responded, brightening, ‘you’re not from here, are you?’
I am stiff all over, and my legs were sore during the night; but G. finally had a good sleep.
I dreamt and dreamt: over debating with citizens, of a house by the sea, of my father meeting me at a major hotel; and throughout it all detesting working with my current mayor. So, it’s probably time to pack up again and go.