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A lake...is the earths eye. Henry David Thoreau See it aboard the Katahdin. Katahdin Cruises on Moosehead Lake Sailing late June thru Columbus Day Closed Sun. Mon. Tel 207 695-2716 Fax 207 695-2367 PO Box 1151 Greenville ME 04441 www.katahdincruises.com AndAndAndyyy KoKoKo yyy Ko yyy stststiii MAY 30NOVEMBER 1 2015 An exhibition featuring the works of Andrew Wyeth and Kosti Ruohomaa Farnsworth Art Museum 16 Museum StreetRocklandME 04841207-596-6457 This exhibition is sponsored in part by Lie-Nielsen Toolworks and the Wickham Skinner Fund. Primary media sponsor is Maine HomeDesign. 50 p o r t l a n d monthly magazine Getaway mental space required to read a thousand- page novel and absorb its wonders. Yet de- spite the daily blitzkrieg of mis- dis- and non-information there are still things peo- ple shouldnt need to be told but apparent- ly do if for instance you dont want the rest of the train to smell like the toilet then you need to shut the door to the toilet behind you on exiting. A nother advantage of writing over reality besides odorlessness is the freedom to tamper with time and skim past the travails of transferring from NorthtoSouthStationinBostontothemore sedate change of engine in Philadelphia when the whole train goes dark for half an hourjust enough time to rest my eyes and stretch my legs nipping upstairs to the pub in 30th Street Station. As we wend our way west from Philly Main Line mansions of Wissahickon schist give way to white clapboard farmhous- es with unmistakably Amish laundry flap- ping in the breeze. This already reminds me of Maine as we pull into Harrisburg where bearded and black-hatted or black-bonnet- ed and shawled folk cluster on the platform to meet the train I could almost be back in Houlton where theres an Amish colony and general store in Ludlow just down the road from my great-aunt and uncles farm. Id thought I was breaking with fami- ly tradition by writing about my misadven- tures there in my Bowdoin application es- say my brother father and grandfather all went to Swarthmoreonly to be introduced by one of my professors to my second cous- in whose husband unbeknownst to me had been Dean of the College until the year before I matriculated. And to discover via a yellowed invitation unearthed at random in my parents basement that my Bowdoin roommates grandparents had known mine in Pittsburgh. As if to illustrate the worlds round- ness returning you home from wherev- er you roam we creep along the famed Al- toona Horseshoe Curvea bend in the line so sharp you can glimpse through budding trees the trains tail clinging precarious- ly to the steep hillside of this wooded val- ley like the tail of your own past pursuing you. Some of my moms cousins who grew up in the County and later left the state have now retired back there their offspring of my generation are already migrating to Maine without even having grown up thereto the