Above is a snapshot of an idyllic the seaside cottage in Brooklin, Maine. This is where I just happened to stay on my recent sojourn to "The Pine Tree State."
Pretty, ain't it? It was a wonderful -- not to mention ironic -- getaway from the heat and humidity of Brooklyn, New York.
Take a moment to be jealous.
Then take a moment to imagine horseflies ready for saddles and rough n' tumble mosquitos that scoff at Deep Woods Off! and citronella candles.
OK. Now, get ready to be jealous again.
Take a glance at the sight beckoning below...
Oh, yeah baby! One look and my pal Karen and I pulled over with her four fair-haired boys in tow. We made way into the stop's ramshackle garage and the boys' eyes widened at the huge tank filled with red-clawed beasts. Brave souls that they are at ages 2, 5, 8 and 11, lobster-petting commenced.
After a requisite amount of fawning over the crustaceans, weighing and bagging began. Six lobsters were gathered.
Then it was time for my eyes to widen. How much did you say? Did I hear you right? How much do these six lobsters cost all together?
I heard right. $26 for six 1 and a half pound lobsters. That's cheaper than chicken folks.
I think Maine needs a new state nickname: "The Lobster State."
Who's with me? I think Karen and the boys are in. Maybe I can rally the horseflies and mosquitos to join in too. Goodness knows that they seem tough enough to canvass for the vote in Maine!