Stories from the hills of Western Maine
"...the hills of western Maine,.....where the subtle matters and the spectacular distracts."
Bernd Heinrich in A Year in the Maine Woods
Bernd Heinrich in A Year in the Maine Woods
Thursday, August 7, 2008
Where everybody knows your name
Yesterday after an expected two-day trial settled, we made a quick, unplanned trip to Boston to a little neighborhood pub where Charlie's son and some friends were playing music.
It was great fun and seemed a long way from our life in the woods. I've never spent much time in bars--OK the truth is, I've never spent any time in any bar but I did like watching Cheers back in the day.
This seemed just like a Cheers type of place. We got there before 7 and it was pretty quiet but as the night wore on, it got more and more crowded and everyone seemed to know each other and to be having a good time.
It was so much fun to see the talented young folks play music and they even brought the vintage rocker out for a few songs.
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I loved watching Cheers--and always thought it would be great to have such a local pub--where everybody really does know your name. (humming the song in my head right now!)
Sounds like a great place to spend an evening. I'm glad they let the old man perform. Pappy
What a wonderful way to spend an evening. Aren't those unexpected get-a-ways fun?
How fun to be in a venue where it's small enough to appreciate the music.
We have the best of both worlds. We're in the woods most of the time, with the opportunity to drive a few ours to the city. Every once in a while I get away, but it's always a relief to return. I got to say, I love the neighborhood.
ours=hours, of course...The teacher in me gets irritated at typos.
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