A summer afternoon in Portland, Maine a couple of blocks from the fishing docks. You can smell the remains of yesterdays catch. Tourist troll past this spot. We’ll toss a few tunes their way. Right now it’s just fine right here. Boston’s a million miles away, Florida just a thought.
Time to sit, kick back, relax. Scan the Jackson Daily. Find out what the Trump is going on out in the world. Recharge with a cup of coffee. Inside it’s warm, snow and ice free, the music and reality are safely tucked in the background.