Where is this you may ask? Well, if I told you, everyone would want to go there, and then it would be like every place else! There is still a world out there of small towns, places where neighbors know each other, where most of the businesses are owned by people who live in that town. There are local papers that report the news that is happening right there, and, though it may seem a bit morbid, the obituaries are real stories about real people who become genuine when you read about their lives.
Add some natural beauty to this starting with the Atlantic Ocean. Sometimes calm and flat as a mill pond, other times gentle swells. And it can change, quickly, very quickly. Forces unseen and miles away can bring about quick and sudden changes. Then there is the shoreline, mostly rugged and rocky, at some places the forest marches right to the coastline, and at some places there are flats and beaches.
Then there are the forests; forests so thick you can barley walk through them. Forests with Oak trees, Maple, Ash, Hickory, Hawthorne, Chestnut, Poplar, Willow and Pine Trees. Don’t forget the apple orchards, where there is fresh pressed cider this time of year.
And of course, food! That one wasn’t going to get away. There is nothing in the world that can hold it’s own against steamed clams and fresh lobster with drawn butter. That’s it, the entire meal. Maybe some sweet corn, and possibly a small dish of maple/walnut ice cream to finish it off. A meal that is impossible to get anywhere else other than this particular spot in the universe.
To top it off there are friends of old. The best kind, the ones that care for you no matter what, and take you back in again like the family that you really may be.
Where is this place? For now it is resting in my memory, but I know how to get back there.