Saturday, October 23, 2010


I was at the lobsterman's house with my brother who lives in Maine. He had invited everyone up to a family reunion and this was the night for lobsters. Bill knew the lobsterman and had ordered twenty-five lobsters. "How much?" Bill asked. "Forty-five," said his friend. "Wow!" I thought. "Less than two bucks each!" But the "hundred and" was left unspoken because anyone who lived there would already know that.
You have to think local.

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