I walked across the bridge to the other side of the Kennebec yesterday to see 50 Ford Model Ts at Old Fort Western.
The are lots of public festivals and happenings that I'm starting to notice living way up here. Sometimes I feel like I have moved into a retirement community (not just because of the demographics of Maine), or someplace where somebody else has planned out weeks of 'interesting' activities for me in advance.
There had to be more free public events in D.C. than there are here, I just didn't take advantage of them, they became familiar, I didn't notice them. This morning I was going to go to a fiddle and art festival up north in Skowhegan, but it's raining- and I have to go into work earlier than usually to start on the obituaries.