Imagine finding a store that manufactures ALL of its own clothing right here in the USA. It would seem like a dream. It did to me only a few days ago. Now, imagine if that same store made their clothing in your home state. But we’re not done. What would you say if I told you that the clothing is made RIGHT IN THE STORE?! That’s exactly what opened shop in the Old Port this past November!
I started working at Carburs kitchen in Burlington Vermont in August of 1977. Little did I know then, that for the next 12 years I would become completely enmeshed in the company and in the restaurant business.
After working in Burlington for almost two years, the opportunity to become part of the management team in Portland came up. I jumped at the chance with the caveat expressed to ownership that as soon as a position became available in Burlington, I would be allowed to move back. As irony would have it two years later I was asked to return to Burlington, but Portland, by that time had become the place I wanted to make my permanent home.
I received two complimentary tickets to the Gulf of Maine Seafood Celebration at the Gulf Of Maine Research Institute in Portland, so I took Wayne out on a date! Continue reading “Gulf of Maine Seafood Celebration in the Old Port”
In my last post I mentioned that Scarborough Land Trust recently published a website with new-to-me places to explore right in my extended Scarborough backyard. We decided to check out the trail at Broadturn Farm, a charming organic farm, late Monday afternoon. The light was right and the temperature still warm. While this time of year isn’t full of blooming wildflowers and greenery, it’s also devoid of mosquitoes and black flies! Awesome trade-off! Continue reading “A Walk Along the Trail at Broadturn Farm in Scarborough”
I’m about to head to bed after a “big night” out on the town, ha! Long gone are the days when my nights in the Old Port were just getting started at around 10:00 p.m.! Before Wayne got into the marine industry he co-owned a popular Portland restaurant and bar in the 1980s, so he has had his fill of late nights, too. Continue reading “Screaming in the Old Port”