I came THIS close to making the move to Bangor back in '99. My sig-other at the time Donna & I even had it narrowed down to a choice between three dif apartments. Two near downtown & one really nice one just over in Brewer.
But, fate intervened & our 8 year relationship ended right around the time we ( the two of us & our two kids ) were supposed to be packing up our apartment for the trip. Then, I met my wife Vicki, we had our daughter & I haven't been to Maine since.
I've GOT to get up there soon though & I still long to live up there someday.
Hey there, I wish I knew more Passamaquoddy than I do. All my dad ever taught me were dirty words. It's kinda like the only Spanish and French that I remember from school. But I'm learning more since I work for an Indian center at the University of Maine.
So, what's up with the friends thing? And why am I obsessed with collecting as many as I can? They should have degress of friends: Bob IS YOUR FRIEND, who will help you move; Dan IS YOUR FRIEND, who will help you move a body. And I love it when you see your avator and the site is so happy to say THIS IS YOU! Exclamation point. Too funny.