August days on the upper soccer field at the high school (there really needs to be a less bureaucratic way in which to refer to that patch of grass).
Bicycling on a nearly deserted Main Street late at night.
Don's Lunch and their chin-soiling Big One.
Eating The Hamlett with a grilled blueberry muffin on the side at Guidi's Diner.
Feeding ducks with Eleanor in Riverbank.
Fresh tulips for the wife from Harmon's & Barton's on Brown Street.
Hanging out with the gals at the
Happy hour at Skybox.
(Illegally) sitting on a park bench in Riverbank at night, particularly during the winter.
Italians at Severino's.
Leisurely strolls on the Riverwalk.
Local History Room at the Walker Memorial Library.
NBA Jam and candlepin bowling at Colonial Lanes.
Occasional drives through The Hamlet, my boyhood trailer park bizarrely adorned with the nomenclature of England's gentry class.
Olmsted Field on a crisp fall evening.
Opportunity to leave in an historic townhouse without lining the pockets of a landlord or fretting about foreclosure--knock on Buckfield oak.
Pad Thai at Siam Square.
Patriots games at 19 Monroe Avenue.
Portland is a Metro ride away.
Shooting hoops by Fraser Field, with the mill's looming smokestack as the backdrop.
Smiling Hill Farm milk.
Summer evenings watching Sox vs. Yanks on Stockhouse's deck.
Summer morning canoe trips on the Presumpscot.
Summer nights at Prides Corner Drive-In.
Swimming at Davan Pool.
Thirteen-minute commute to work.
Warren Centennial Gymnasium on a frigid winter evening.
Watching World Cup qualifiers at either Mill Side Tavern or The Frog and Turtle, depending on how thick my wallet is that particular night.
- John C.L. Morgan
Related: Why I Live in the Paper City, Take Three (June 8, 2009)
Related: Why I Live in the Paper City, Ctd (May 11, 2009)