Wow. I was in Lewiston, Maine, just a few weeks ago, and look what kind of effect my brief visit had: several of the Catholic churches in the area have simply expired. I was there, then this happened, therefore I must have caused it.
Anyone want to buy me a plane ticket to Vatican City?
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More travel this week: I'll be in Lewiston, Maine to speak at Bates College, at 5 p.m. Tuesday, 29 September, in Room G65, Pettengill Hall.
My appearance at Bates made it to the Lewiston Sun Journal.
Ok, this story is not my typical blog topic, but it's from my very own hometown - and so effectively illustrates why I don't live there anymore.
I was raised on Costco farmed salmon, those mealy slabs of pinkish fish protein. My first bite of wild salmon was a revelation. It was a different species of taste, so rich and oily and strong. You could practically taste the swim upstream.