So it is a week from Margo, Jeff, MJ Aaron, and my search for leaves in Maine. Last Sunday we devoted the day to concerted Leaf Peeping and Antiquing. Two of my favorite pastimes. This is the day that we branched out and went inland from our coastal haunts to discover the secret of the leaves.

I identify with leaves and antiques. As the leaves are so am I in my Autumn.

In Hallowell we had lunch and I had a unique fish dish called a Napoleon. It was nice. The architecture of Hallowell was intriguing.

Sunday in Maine has a special feel. It was sweet to have our lifelong friends with us. I was transported to my youth. Jeff asked me when we enjoyed exploring Paris ten years ago, ‘Did you ever think we would be in Paris?’ I thought that for Hallowell, Maine as well.

The streets of the inland towns were quiet. Mainers were in their homes contemplating the upcoming winter and what it requires.

Aaron and I enjoyed a Maine Cigar. Jonathon joined us with a quality drink. The young lady who sold them to me in Boothbay seemed unhappy with life. I tried to cheer her up to no avail. I finally elicited a weak smile.

Maine reminds me of The Story. The Story of My Life. I began as a little kid from Chicago. My first memory is that we had a nice house this time. I had not known another house. Now I am an old man enjoying Maine with my dear friends and my loving family. The road has been winding. I have always known that I wanted those around me to be happy and secure. Love has been my credo. Treating others like I want to be treated is my goal. Life is like a movie that seemed long in the beginning and now is staging the climax.

Will the next home be nice…