Way back in 2000, we were in a little town in Maine, called Eastport — the easternmost town in the United States. You can’t get to Eastport conveniently by car, because it’s on a kind of peninsula, but in the old days Eastport was a hopping town. It was a port, after all, and the trains came through, and the ships came in, and if you wanted to get som…
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