At the bridge in Wiscasset, Maine traffic is always stopped in summer. Why? Over the last fifteen years, the Boston Globe and New York Times have written multiple articles extolling the virtues of the lobster rolls at Red’s Eats, a food shack perched there. Here’s
Here’s what happened to me in Little Mogadishu: I passed a couple of people on the sidewalk, and they both said “Hello,” and passed on.
You say potato, and I say potahto. You say virtual field trip, and I say View-master.