As you know…. Stephen King is from, and still lives in Maine. His home in Bangor is a veritable tourist attraction and people drive from far and wide just to take selfies in front of it.
But now?
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You could save time and gas by purchasing a house in his neighborhood.
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Imagine knocking on Stephen’s door the next time you run out of sugar while baking. Surely that’s worth 900k.
Here’s the last batch of old family photos I’ll share.
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From right to left – my uncle, my aunt and presumably my father… theintrepid butterfly hunter.
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My great aunt and an unidentified child, perhaps my aunt. From the look of their clothes, I’m guessing they were not ardent PETA supporters.
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These next few shots are of the Henley Regatta.
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Part of the English social season, the annual rowing competition originated in 1839 and takes place on the River Thames.
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It also looks like a good excuse to buy a new hat.
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My uncle and aunt. Because no well dressed toddler should be without a parasol.
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My grandmother, still not smiling… with my aunt and uncle in their garden. Sadly, my uncle was another relative I never met. He was killed in a car accident on Christmas Day at the age of 30.
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My grandfather in the garden.
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And finally, another garden party shot of Wednesday Addams with my father and uncle.
Have all computers and/or cash registers run amok?
Is there a new Y2K bug of which I’m unaware?
Because for the second time in less than a month I’ve received a strange receipt/check. First they wanted to give me $2,000 change from a twenty dollar bill…. and now?
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We grabbed a quick sandwich the other day and while I was going to leave a ten dollar tip…. I had to do a double take at the establishment’s gratuity recommendations.
My math has 20% of $39.19 equaling $7.83… so yeah. This new math can bite me.
After chatting with a blog friend about Amazon recommendations, I decided take a peak at what Jeff Bezos thinks I should buy. And after seeing his choices…. I realized they’re not based on my buying history with the company, but drawn from my crazy and sometimes off color blog topics.
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I can guarantee you I’ve never purchased any squirrel paraphernalia. Unicorn related or otherwise.
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And clearly no good can come from posting about poop.
Does Amazon really want me to buy a turd?
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A massage gun with extra batteries? I don’t even want to know where they got that idea..
Residents of Scarborough, England were thrilled when a walrus decided to visit their town. The creatures rarely venture that far south and the 2,000 pound oddity became an instant tourist attraction. Families brought their children to see the colossal beast and even gave him an appropriate walrus name…. Thor.
What could go wrong?
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Funny you should ask….
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Onlookers apparently saw a lot more of Thor than they bargained for.
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File that tidbit of trivia away for future use. You can thank me later.
Our wallets are all feeling the sting of inflation, be it at the grocery store or the gas pump… but after receiving the monthly newsletter from our little rural town the other day? I had a serious WTF moment.
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A bill that jumps from $50,000 a year to $65,000 a month is the very definition of insane. Increase aside, how is it even legal to break the existing contract and give the town no time to find alternative service?
We had a small amount of the white stuff last night and crazy as it sounds, it was the first to actually stick on the ground this winter.
In celebration of that I thought I would share a few glimpses out our windows this morning…. because sunrise over snow is pretty damned spectacular.
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After I posted a few of these to Facebook, I saw our farming neighbor had posted some as well. Here’s his shot, with our house and barn in the background.
It’s time to put another quirky (and often ridiculous) Mary Roach book to bed so I’ll leave you with a few excerpts sure to make you appreciate the ease of planetary bathroom visits.
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Yes. I’m going there.
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This, not walking on the moon, is what makes astronauts heroes.
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There’s a fact I never knew.
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And I thought my husband spent too much time on the throne. Damn!
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Where there's only one step from the sublime to the ridiculous.