Memories in Maine

On Water Street in Augusta Maine, scaffolding and caution tape remind me of more populated places. Cities. A tapestry of Jim Morrison reminds me of a time I was walking around Haight Street in San Francisco and saw Jim Morrison walking down the sidewalk (even though he died before I was born).

As I was walking up State Street I looked in the window of a tore up house and saw an old friend I knew from the Edward's House Inn, Phil. He showed me the remodeling work he was doing on the fire-damaged house.

We looked out the glassless windows at the street below. It reminded me of the ramshackle Demon House in D.C.