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Maine Reading Room Maine's literary heritage is long and filled with every possible form of writing. From the very first scratchings of Viking runes on Manana Island to the latest screenplays and HBO specials. What we find at the heart of everything we read about Maine and it's people is a good story. Finding a good story is finding a treasure. We want to share the treasures of Maine writings with you. To cover the breadth of
writings about Maine would take several websites. A daunting
task. So we will begin humbly by placing here some of our
favorite Maine quotes and short excerpts. We encourage you to
visit the attributed source and read more. And we welcome your
favorite Maine quotes and stories. They can be short excerpts (include
source info) or
your own original writing. Email them to us at info@exiles.com
. APRIL "Stars deprive the night of anonymity." -- Constance Hunting I drive northward. Winter
comes to meet What he didn't know about was spring! For boat owners and those of us who try to make a living messing around with boats, spring on the waterfront in Maine has to be the very best time of the year. Everyone is upbeat and smiling. The weather's steadily getting warmer, the sun's staying up longer, the mud in the boatyard is drying up and the smell of bottom paint is pungent on the spring breezes. The well-known Maine author and boat lover, Bill Caldwell, understood these feeling well and once wrote that in spring the height of achievement was to have your bottom painted and your peas planted. Here at Marston's we don't have the space for winter storage or repairs so we miss out on some of the spring rituals and hustle and bustle that accompany fitting out and launching hundreds of boats. ...... We do have our own signs of spring and routines which mark the beginning of marina season for us. First is the process of getting Buster, our venerable Clark forklift, started. It's a diesel and we store it outside so we need a warm day for prepping and then firing it up. We learned years ago that mice liked to winter over inside the dash of the tractor, so a first step is to take the dash apart and evict the mice. "Get 'em out of there!" the foreman yells, and we
douse the little critters with a blast from the freshwater hose.
They scurry down the hydraulic lines, drop to the ground and run for
cover under a trash can lid. The reward comes when we hook up
the jumper battery, hit the switch and the engine rumbles to life and
quickly settles down to a slow comforting idle. The clapper on
top of the exhaust pipe rattles and shakes and we smile at each other
sure now that another marina season is underway."
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