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People can be strange, and sometimes it’s important to warn others. But surely it’s wrong to point out individuals’ physical differences in public. So I take exception to the sign I saw on the I-89 in New Hampshire yesterday.
It said: Low shoulder.
I don’t know if it was referring to me, or to the driver behind, but I suspect I wasn’t the only one who sat up straight on passing it.
New Englanders
In Travels with Charley: In Search of America, Steinbeck repeatedly referred to the people of New England as taciturn
, with the inhabitants of Maine being the most taciturn of them all. My experiences here suggest that little has changed.
Winters are hard here, and some things are in short supply. Words are clearly among them. Those who live here generally don’t utter so much as a syllable if the meaning can be adequately conveyed in a gesture.
Commuting
In many ways, this reminds me of commuting in London before the 2012 Olympics. You could be cheek by jowl with a multitude of people on a train, but the one thing never to do was utter a word. If you did, you’d be greeted by a big, collective glare. Even if you accidentally stepped on someone else’s toe, an apology was always to be offered and accepted by gestures only.
The Olympics changed that for at least a few years, as Londoners collectively decided to adopt the novel approach of actually expressing notions of friendliness rather than keeping them implicit. But I suspect that they’ve now given up on that idea as just a passing fad.
Supermarkets
I don’t think most New Englanders would even entertain such an experiment. Going into a supermarket up here, for example, is quite unlike going into Publix in downtown St. Petersburg. Here the only time someone speaks to me is to tell me the total price.
In St. Pete, by contrast, the person checking me out at the cash register would first welcome me and check that I’ve found everything OK. (I confess I have been tempted to say no
to this, just to see what happens next, but I have managed to resist the temptation so far.)
Then we’d move on to a discussion of the items I’ve selected. I don’t think I’ve ever been in there with a basket of more than ten items, and not had such a discussion. Perhaps I buy odd stuff, or perhaps I buy things that others would secretly like to try but haven’t yet summoned up the courage to do so
In any event, comments like What’s that tea like?
, Ooh, those are fantastic, aren’t they?
, or How do you cook that?
soon lead on to a conversation about what we’re having for dinner, and who’s invited. By now, my social life is probably an open book to Publix staff.
Pastries
I certainly can’t go into that Publix without stopping at the bakery counter. Originally, it was to buy a European-style pastry with fruit and crème patissière. I could eat a slice every day, and probably buy two a week. (Who am I kidding? I generally eat two slices a day, and I’ve lost count how many I buy.)
Indeed, I am somewhat concerned that my prolonged absence might mean that Publix stop baking it because of a dramatic drop in sales while I’m gone. Which would be a huge shame, although these days I stop by just as much to have a nice chat with the very friendly ladies behind the counter. Sometimes they even bake an extra pastry just for me in anticipation of my next visit!
Unfaithful
But I have a confession to make to those ladies. While in Bar Harbor, I was weak and unfaithful. 2— this is how many comments there are on this paragraph. Click to read them.
In the mornings, I spent a lot of time with Brian and the ever-smiling Madina, who’s from Kazakhstan. They work at at 59 Cottage. The breakfasts are great there, but the people are greater. (Madina: I meant what I said.) 2— this is how many comments there are on this paragraph. Click to read them.
And I spent two wonderful evenings at Bar Harbor Cheesecake with Eric, Taryn, Keith, Taddeus, Salomon, Amy, and many others (all from Indiana). The cheesecakes are light and delicious, and the wines, ports and sherries that accompanied them were delightful. But the company was on another level altogether.
Apparently, they are considering opening a branch in Tampa Bay. Eric: please let me know if you do! I have some ladies whom I’d like to invite!
I'm interested to know how crowded Bar Harbor is this time of year. I visited it last summer in July and was not pleased. It was incredibly crowded and looked like a small tourist trap. I preferred Winter Harbor on the Schoodic Peninsula — but then, I am very much more of an introvert and went to Maine seeking quiet (perhaps I am a New Englander at heart). Though, I did not stumble across 59 Cottage or Bar Harbor Cheesecake, and I love breakfast and cheesecake.
LOL! Perhaps you are!
I would describe Bar Harbor is being pleasantly busy. It felt like there were plenty of people about (which I liked, though you probably would not) but that it wasn't crowded. It was possible to get a seat at any restaurant, and I only saw one line (for ice cream).
59 Cottage is a bit out from the center, near the walk down to the sand bar. Bar Harbor Cheesecake is on the same road (on the other side) but has only been open for just over a month. But you should look out for them; the place in Tampa Bay that they are considering is your current neck of the woods.
Hi! You did :)
This is absolutely wonderful feeling to see that your work, your "routine" smile and conversation can make someone remember and even share it with other people.
Thank you.
I am smiling now every time I remember your blog.
My pleasure!
Let me know if you are ever thinking of coming to Florida.