ME, quitting Ogun, in Ogunquit, ME. (Do you get the pseudo palindrome?)
Oh How I Love New England.
Saturdays are really great days- especially when you get to spend them with your family on the beach. I mean, you know, they are fun to spend with other families, but spending time with your own blood is spectacular. In Wyoming, you can drive for hours and still see the amazing... rocks and barren wasteland that constitues a 'landscape.' In New England, you can drive for a mere 1.5 hours and travel through 3 states. Such was the case last week. Massachusetts, New Hampshire, and Maine were the three M N M's we visited on our beach/shopping/seafood tour. Newburyport is on the North Shore of Massachusetts- a quaint town next to Salisbury, a town better known for its steaks than its cornbread.
Relaxing on the beach makes me think of... nothing. And that's just how I like it.
Shopping in Kittery makes me think of... sisters. They like to shop more than brothers.
Eating seafood in Ogunquit makes me think of... the Planet Earth segment when the Great White Shark devours a seal straight out of the ocean.
I had the "All You Can Eat Clams" which was more like the "All You Can Handle Cholesterol Before Your Arteries Coagulate With Fear And Dimish As The Moon In The Morning Sun." Those Maine-iacs are very artsy. The clams were preceeded by mussels (a bivalve mollusk), which could be appropriately called "Nasty Looking, Seawater Tasting Boogers, That Once Dipped In Fatty Garlic Butter Become Indecipherable From McDonald's Fries, But Are Still Twice The Price And Double The Artery-Clogging Power." Yum! Seafood is so great.
To perorate this doctrinally rich post, allow me to exclaim with extreme boldness: New England is the greatest region of the Great United States. Now discuss amongst yourselves.