A last-minute check on airfare was like hitting the lottery when I saw it it was only a $150 ticket to visit family in Maine during Hurricane Irma.
Tampa has The Cuban. Maine has The Italian.
No way I’m going back to Maine without a stop for my favorite pizza in the world at Micucci’s. There’s none better in NYC, Chicago… anywhere.
The other must on every summer visit is The Lobster Shack at Two Lights.
The “bennies” at St. Joe’s Cafe in South Portland / Scarborough. Fan-freakin-tastic!
This nutjob was seated next to me on my flight. He didn’t get the hint when I had my enormous radio headphones on that I probably didn’t want to answer his 4981 questions about alcohol they’re serving on the flight. During takeoff, he mentioned I should probably put my laptop away… when he saw my iPhone. Does Charles Manson have a creepy son?