Friday, March 08, 2002

I knew that Downeast Maine was going to be very different from the Boston area before I moved here. I expected a slower pace, a more relaxed atmosphere, people who had no need for artificial priorities to instill some sort of importance into their daily routines.

But after nearly thirteen years of their absence from my life, nothing could have prepared me for hearing Molly Hatchet on the radio, twice in the same week.