I rolled down to the wharf in Addison to woof down a quick noon time sandwich. I was actually on my way shopping in Bangor. The wharf was one of my favorite places to eat a lunch. While stuffing my roast beef sub into my mouth I got out of the truck and wandered past a couple guys in a jeep. As I walked by the driver rolled down the window and said, “Hey Bob, wanna beer.” So I walked over and said, Hey how come you know my name? He said, “Jesus Bob everyone knows you.” Well now that made me feel a little guilty as they were younger than me and I did not know them, so as to rid myself of this new sin I said, “Sure why not.” After two runs to beer store with beers on me (more guilt absolving) we were watching the sun go down out on the bay past the wharf. Now I have to tell you watching the sun go down full of beer on a wharf in down east Maine is about as good a religious experience as one is going find in the world. Just as the grand event was happened and being noted with words of appreciation like, Jesus ain’t that beautiful.” Which inevitably will be met with, “Yesah it sure as shit is.” At the apex of this experience an uttah statah rolled down the wharf and parked right in front of the jeep. Now city people are truly different than county people in many ways but the biggest difference is space. City people require way less space than County people. County people will go fishing at a local brook and if they see one person fishing on the whole brook they will move on as that spot has been taken. City people in the same situation will find the only other person fishing and walk up beside him and cast in right beside him and smile. Disappointed at having had our religious experience ruined we decide to consol ourselves with what else! another round of beer. At some point around midnight one of my new best buddies said, “Bob I have a serious question to ask you.” “Fire away my friend.” “Have you ever wondered what it like to be an uttah stater?” I gave this some grave consideration considering the deepness of the thought. “Well,” I said, “ I have to admit a few years ago when the price of clams fell to a new low I got pissed of and hit the interstate headed to Connecticut to seek my fortune.” “But as I drove South down 95 headed out of State, I started noticing all the tourists in the North bound lane headed into Maine. So I pulled over and started thinking. After a while I fired up the ole truck and headed South again but when I hit the first access to the North bound lane I used it to turn her around. When she straightened out in the North bound lane I kicked her in the ass and I was headed home, baby. Hell, I wasn’t no fool. I already had for nothing, what all the tourists were going to spend a small fortune to enjoy for what a week. I had made that same ride home many times but it never felt as good as it did that day.