This morning the electrical grid in Southern Maine collapsed. The panic lasted for about fifteen minutes.
Summer has always been hot. Generations ago, families shipped their children to Maine from Boston, Providence, New York and any Northeastern inland inferno they needed to escape from.
Today, the beaches of Saco Bay continue to provided the respite and comfort they afforded a century ago, but many thought that air-conditioning is a requirement. They were wrong.
By 12:15 Eastern Time most folks had re-assessed, reloaded and headed for the beach: the ultimate refuge.
Beneath multi-colored awnings replete with umbrella accented drinks, they moved slowly to the rhythms of live music on the last vast patio on Old Orchard Beach. The Brunswick was there when she was most needed.
Racing across blazingly hot sands to the bitter cold waters of the North Atlantic and returning refreshed an instant later, they blessed the thought that brought them here.
Les Bon Temps Rouler!
