A weekend in Maine in the fall calls for a scenic drive to enjoy the glorious foliage, so that’s what we did.
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Stumbling on a covered bridge was a happy surprise.
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On our travels, the husband saw a sign for an antique tractor show and craft fair at a local farm so we detoured there.
Not our best idea.
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Yes, there was a farm.
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And yes there were some old tractors.
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Some in use.
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And while there were two miniature horses…
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And a “dining room” with the worst fried dough I’ve ever had…
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(Hard as a rock, crunchy and tasteless)
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The “craft show” consisted of fresh vegetables, a few tables of American flag boards, patriotic signs and multiple tables of right wing propaganda. There were candidates handing out pamphlets and political ephemera, trying their best to swell the MAGA base.
These are just not our people y’all. And while I respect their right to be there, I have to admit I wasn’t expecting to be arguing about restricting voting rights and ICE roundups at a craft show.
My husband is a veteran of a certain age. He has grey hair and wears a Marine Corps hat. That’s usually all it takes for people to assume he loves the Mango Monarch … which couldn’t be further from the truth.
They kept trying to draw him into discussion but my guy just brushed them off and didn’t engage, other than to make it clear where he stood.
You can’t use it, but I blog about every Monday so technically it is useful.
At least to me.
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My husband is a Vietnam vet and said the peaches and pound cake were the only edible things in MRE’s. The food was so bad he and his men scrounged, traded and pilfered the leftover WWII C rats from supply and far preferred them even though they were over two decades years old.
Now that’s bad.
(And by rats I mean rations, not actual rats. Although with the government, you never know. )
I didn’t think it was possible to eat that many beans, but okay.
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I wish the media would stop saying things like this. They’re not unrecognizable, they’re older. It happens to all of us who reach a certain age. Things sag, they wrinkle. Get over it.
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I’ve been married to a Marine for 41 years. I’m well versed in the meaning of Snafu.
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Where there's only one step from the sublime to the ridiculous.