The Maine Thing
This is the view from my side of the bed at the Hooper Cottage. If setting were all it took for peace of mind, I'd be a walking Serenity Prayer here at Ocean Park. But no. At the Kennebunk AA meeting this morning, an ambulance siren wailed outside the Unitarian Church. "They're playing our song," a visitor from New York quipped. His sponsor once told him, "You're well-balanced. You have a chip on each shoulder." These meetings in the book-lined church library have become as sweet as melted butter during my vacation month in Maine. The steady base of locals is visited by bizarre birds from all over, chirping of sobriety in many accents.