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As we were walking along the harbor that early evening, my husband spied a bar he’d heard about from some locals.

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The Quencher is what some might call a dive.

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But I grew up in New Jersey and then the working waterfront of Portland, Maine in the late 70’s and early 80’s (before gentrification of the Old Port). Trust me, I know dives… and this wasn’t one.

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It’s a bar, you should buy a beer.

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Old Winnie knew his stuff.

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Being a Wednesday, I made it just in time for 20% off.

This bar was loud, with a bartender uninterested in conversation.

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We were still full from lunch otherwise I’d have been tempted to try a pizza.

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The husband did order wings which were awful, so no photo required. We had one drink and moved on.

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To the Newport shipyard down the road. The husband’s new favorite breakfast cafe was there and he’d come back to the resort every morning filled with stories of the giant ships being worked on there.

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Untold millions of dollars in watercraft require a 24/7 guarded gate and no one drives in without a pass, but we walked and the guard recognized my husband as one of the breakfast crew. It pays to make friends.

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This was a research vessel from Maine.

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And this catamaran cost well over a million itself.

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All I can say is, it must be nice.

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