It's Bill, 10/11/26: Brunswick Bound
A Familiar Trip to Brunswick
Patricia and I had an 8 AM appointment with Dr. Oshetski, our dentist, on the fourth floor of the Cabot Mill on the Kennebec River in Brunswick. My attorney, Suzanne Johnson, is on the third floor. Kathy and I had a booth at Cabot Mill Antiques on the first floor for 15 years.
For our prior dental appointments, we had stayed at The Brunswick Inn, across from the Amtrak station, adjoining the Bowdoin College campus. We stayed in our second-floor corner room.
Leaving Lubec, we drove on Route 192 to its intersection with Route 9 (aka Airline), turning left. John and Birgitt turned right onto Route 192.
Ralph’s Got Gas, the Amherst Country Store, is our must-do, favorite stop. We had our usual lunch: red hot dogs and buns, fresh out of the steamer. Proceeding, we shared Ralph’s 4-inch molasses cookie for dessert. We admired the fall foliage, almost at peak, along winding, wooded hills. A beautiful, enchanting journey.
A Polar Bear Portrait and a Bottle of Argosta
We checked in at 4. The sun being over the yardarm, we opened a bottle of “Argosta” (aka Lobster), a Vermentino di Sardegna.
After a glass, Patricia noticed a polar bear portrait hanging over the toilet that she thought looked like me. The Brunswick Inn features polar bears, as nearby Bowdoin has the world-famous Peary-MacMillan Arctic Museum. Sipping some more, she was not to be deterred from taking my portrait with the polar bear.
Please know, for future guidelines, there is no clear, easy way to pose in front of a polar bear portrait hanging over the toilet. My posing height was adjusted numerous times, as well as the angle and direction of my head. We couldn’t, wouldn’t, stop laughing!
Too quickly, the Argosta disappeared. Time for dinner at the Inn.
Bill channeling his inner polar bear! He’s always had a love for the Arctic, but Patricia thought the resemblance was especially striking.
Dinner at Pomelia
We looked over the menu with Johnathan at the front desk. We planned to eat at the bar. But there was no one in the dining room or bar.
Off we went to Pomelia, a Sicilian-themed restaurant we had previously enjoyed, both for the food and the fine waitstaff, smartly dressed young ladies in black.
On our 200-yard stroll to Pomelia, we noticed that Patricia’s black Tundra was the only truck in sight. Shocking! There were dozens of ubiquitous silver, white and gray SUVs! So different from Lubec, where everybody has a truck.
We laughed our way to Pomelia. Just as before, packed! Now we know, for sure, where everyone was dining.
While waiting for a seat at the bar, a waitress greeted us, “Hi Bill! Hi Patricia!”
It was Audrey, our waitress from months ago, who remembered us by name. Our meal was delicious. We met new friends, handing them West Quoddy Station business cards.
An Unexpected Morning Ahead
Back at our corner room, I read The Hobbit to Patricia. Knowing we had to be at Dr. Oshetski’s at 8 AM, we called the front desk for a 5:30 AM wake-up call.
What happened was unexpected. And humorous.
To be continued, sometime, “Brunswick Rebound” . . . .
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