Maine is a small state. Years ago, EW and I were visiting Ottawa and met a couple from NYC at one of the tourist stops. Their knowledge of the other states was limited and I can remember her abject horror that Maine only had just over a million residents. “Do you know that there’s more people in Manhattan, alone?” she exclaimed. I refrained from saying they couldn’t be alone much, packed onto that island.
I’ve often said that being from Maine means that if you ask the right questions, you can find a link to any other Mainah in only three steps. Try it.
This week a whole lot of folks from the Northeast gleefully escaped the cold and visited St. Thomas on cruise ships. I saw a plethora of Red Sox hats and shirts, quite a few Patriot hats, and two Buffalo Bills hats – offering all of them “free rum”. That’s my job.
One gentleman mentioned that he had vacationed in Maine since before he was born. His family had a place on Mt. Desert Island. It turned out that he knew good friends of ours – I found the link on my second try – and we gleefully discussed our mutual friends and the connection. Then, with a crowd at the booth, he claimed to be a “Mainah” because, “I was conceived in Maine.”
I couldn’t resist, but immediately brought my Maine accent to the fore and said, “You know what we say about that, de-ah?” I paused and poured a tot of rum. “Just ‘cause a cat has kittens in the oven, don’t make ‘em biscuits.”
I got a good laugh and a few tips.
On Friday, there was only one ship in town and that makes for a slow day. Mine started out great, though. As I waited for oblivious tourists to move out of my path so I could push the heavy cart into place, I heard, “Barb, is that you?” I looked to see a pretty, petite woman behind big sun glasses. She removed them and I squealed, “Candace!”
Candace was part of the staff of the Cabot Celebrity Cruise, when Cabot Cheese hosts one giving, community-minded person from each state for a much deserved vacation. Candace and I hugged, chatted, and hugged some more. I met her sister, Roberta, and a few of her fellow co-workers, such as Carolyn Kingston, who grew up in Maine. Carolyn took this photo of Candace and me, and she gave me presents – one she made which I cherish, and a bunch of Cabot bling. I made pizza that night night wearing my new Cabot Cheese apron.
I would love to have met Holly Mead, from Dear Isle – Maine’s well-deserved winner. Bet we have some friends in common. Maine is like that.
Thank you, Candace, for reminding me of Tweet-ups, social media seminars, the Beach to Beacon, your sunrise tweets, and many of our friends in common. You brought a bit of Maine warmth to me in St. Thomas – and there’s no warmth like the kind you find with friends from Maine.
For those of you who know both Candace and me, you know that I tower over her. I sat in a stool for the photo. I could just hear Lynnelle saying something about it – so I had to mention it. Cheers all!