Tuesday, June 27, 2017


I was on vacation and it was good. We drove from MetroParkCentralis to Maine and back. It took 3 days to get there and 3 days to get back and the driving was mo debinetely part of the vacation. I'll have to tell you more but I am eager to discuss national and international politics with you because.... well, actually, not. We watch not the TV nor monitor the radio while we vacate on the rock bound coast of Maine and neither do we pay any attention to papers or other news and we have no internet out there where the seals run wild and the kayaks roam. We kind of just fail to pay attention for awhile. That's well worth the doing.

Nevertheless, we caught snippets and glimpses and one of us laughed up his sleeve while another was somewhat torqued by the slippery and elusive news and the best of us really bought the paper just for the crossword and seduko that was in it. We sailed and kayaked and ate and wandered around and had a good and relaxing time and now we are back.

On the way out we saw many things. On the way back we saw the very first Red Roof Inn. It's quite a pile. It's where the elite met to establish the Special Drawing Rights and craft a post-war economy that would not be based on any single national currency and then adopted the dollar for the international currency. Bretton Woods was what they called the deal and the inn at Mount Washington was where they gathered to agree the deal after hammering it out a lot. Our diplomats sufferered greatly during the war.

First Red Roof Inn

Red Roof Inn Veranda (one of them)

We came across the modern State Department idle while driving out of our place north of Bath. It attracted the eye, and why not?

All the tools of modern diplomacy on display at this locale north of Bath


OldAFSarge said...

Ah Maine. I love it so.

It's not something easily explained, but you did. I could almost smell the air of the Maine coast.


HMS Defiant said...

Of all the places I go or have been in the United States (I've been to all the states and lived in a huge number of them) Maine always strikes me as a land out of time. It's like visiting the Aramco compounds in Saudi Arabia. With few exceptions they lived like it was still Leave it to Beaver. They were a good 30 years behind the America of my life. I say that and mean it as a good thing. They were nice, charming, friendly, hospitable, would give you the shirt off their back and invite perfect strangers to dinner. I liked them.