Going back to Maine always feels like going home. Once again I spent a wonderful Thanksgiving with Tana’s family in Camden. Their house has become a haven for Bowdoin migrants like myself. This Thanksgiving was no different with six of us, removed from our respective homes in Florida and Alaska, gathered in Maine for the holiday. Although we are from polar extremities of the USA, we have found a happy medium in Maine, the great Vacation Land.
There’s no place like home.
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the green bean knife picture is one of my favs!