September 17, 2018
I may have bought too many donuts. I stopped at both Frosty’s locations, at Bath and Brunswick. No dawdling in Bath this time, it is too much temptation. And even though I ate...three? (I think?) donuts before hitting Portland, there are still….well, more than half a dozen left. The drive is long but easy as Maine slips gently away from me, fading into the background. It is a little like leaving Oz, the rest of the land looks just a little more bland and boring. The donuts are my talismans to transition back into the real world.