The Raspberry Patch: Releasing Dennis
“Raspberries! Pick your own, and please put your money in the box.” Our roadside sign was perhaps not quite so grammatical.
A personal view of life in a tiny village on a Maine island, with tourism and development encroaching. Quirky characters, an on-going nature log, and lots of insider reviews of what to do on the Maine Coast. Geographically near Acadia National Park and Bar Harbor, but light years away in attitude. Tales from Otter Creek, capital of the world and center of the Universe.
A personal view of life in a tiny village on a Maine island, with tourism and development encroaching. Quirky characters, an on-going nature log, and lots of insider reviews of what to do on the Maine Coast. Geographically near Acadia National Park and Bar Harbor, but light years away in attitude. Tales from Otter Creek, capital of the world and center of the Universe.
“Raspberries! Pick your own, and please put your money in the box.” Our roadside sign was perhaps not quite so grammatical.
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