Here's how Maine was. In the mornings we cooked omelettes, French toast and blueberry pancakes, which we ate on the screened porch looking over the lake. After breakfast Oa would insist that we read the latest Harry Potter, so we would each read a few pages, then pass the book around. At 11 we'd go down along the cove and lie on the dock in the sun, reading Douglas Adams and Mark Twain (saving Harry Potter for together on the porch) and soaking up rays. Once we were cooked on both sides, we'd flop into the cool lake and swim out to the raft, where the whole gang played tag or keep-away (frisbee), sumo wrestling or king-of-the-raft. We had a canoe and a bicycle paddle-boat. There were also croquet and many indoor games: Jenga, Malarkey, Boggle and Heck. At night a dozen of us would play flashlight tag in the woods. If you were `it', you'd count to 50 while everyone else hid. Then you'd follow them into the woods, silently in darkness. The instant you heard anything - a twig snapping, a rock splashing in the lake - you'd turn on your flashlight and run for the perpetrator, trying to see their face. If you called out their name, then they became `it'. Also at night we told ghost stories and drank cocoa, then swam out to lie on the raft under a thousand stars.
But paradise, as Adam and Eve discovered, just wasn't meant to last. At midnight on Saturday night Judy's cell phone rang. The nurse said Papa had died peacefully in his sleep. 20 minutes later the funeral home called, needing details so they could file a death certificate.
In the morning we said goodbye to Judy and Oa, and left them at the lake. Todd drove, Clay sat in the back, and I navigated and deejayed. From Salmon Lake in Maine, down to Boston and across to Buffalo, is a 9 hour drive (at 70 miles an hour, with an EZPass, packed turkey sandwiches, and just one 15 minute gas and toilet stop. Yes, Todd is efficient like that in every aspect of his life.) Personally, I love music and have thousands of albums. Todd only has a couple of hundred. But he does have every album Bob Dylan ever released. So that's what I deejayed. Here are my favorite 9 hours of Dylan albums (except `Blood on the Tracks' which I skipped on our trip because we all know it too well, but which is my second-favorite after Blonde on Blonde, and so pleasant I even play it for people who don't like Dylan):
May 63 The Freewheelin' Bob Dylan 50:08
Mar 65 Bringing It All Back Home 46:54
Aug 65 Highway 61 Revisited 48:49
May 66 Blonde on Blonde 71:40
July 67 The Basement Tapes 76:41
Dec 67 John Wesley Harding 37:55
Apr 69 Nashville Skyline 26:48
Oct 70 New Morning 35:17
Jan 76 Desire 56:13
Jun 78 Street Legal 49:26
Nov 83 Infidels 41:39
What favorite Dylan album of yours did I forget to play on our trip?