Late yesterday afternoon a high school classmate stopped by my house with some money for his reunion tickets. I hadn’t seen him in a long time and while he looked almost the same as when we graduated from high school, I didn’t recognize him at first. We got caught up a bit, talked about all manner of things from legalized marijuana to historic houses.
He had lived in Stockton Springs, a small Waldo County town on the road to Bucksport. I mentioned my recent visit to the area and my meandering about the neighborhood surrounding the public library. The area is a marvel of historic houses. Not all were in pristine condition, but most were intriguing.
I wish I had taken more pictures of this house. The center chimney isn’t centered and that’s curious.
What is that sound? Oh, damn. I hear the responsibilities of the day creeping up the staircase. Time’s up for imagining and dreaming about a peaceful life behind the Palladian window.