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Having just closed on the
Portland house two days before, I pried MUNI
Guy away from the hardware store paint aisle and we set out to explore
our soon-to-be home state.
With fresh donuts and fresh coffee, we began driving with no particular
destination in mind. We stopped for lunch at a roadside diner just
past noon. Referencing the map ringed with ads on my placement, I
noted we were within an hour of the Mount Washington Cog Railway.
MUNI Guy assented and we trundled across the border to New Hampshire. |
