
You never know what we'll churn up in cleaning a stall


Only in Eastport … as seen from the wine bar.
Eastport – centered on Moose Island – is one of many small cities being overrun by deer. You may have met some of the culprits here at the Red Barn.
Here are some random bits as a result.


Eastport and the neighboring towns are filled with fascinating characters, and it’s been delightful getting to meet so many of them in my new community.
One thing I keep hearing the men say, though, is that they’re coming up on their 75th birthday and, well, they’re beginning to feel realities of getting older. No matter how physically fit they seem.
Gee, do I really think they look a little older than me? Or do I really look young for my age?
Even though I’ve been viewing this as my Diamond Anniversary?
Let me utter a big sigh.



This is how the rising moon looked from across our street last night. The reflection is in the bay between us and Campobello Island in New Brunswick, Canada. Some of those lights on the island are moving traffic.
Our waterfront contains two sets of steel pilings each capped by a concrete structure that sits apart from the pier and above the water line.
In Eastport’s case, these are mooring dolphins, where lines from a ship exceeding the Breakwater’s 400-foot dock length can be attached to help secure the vessel in port.
Here’s one in action.

The line’s slack now but won’t be when the tide rises more.


The Prinses Mia had been sailed across the Atlantic by one man.