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Boats in the Snow #1

11/14/2014
Here's the first installment of my Boats in the Snow series. It's a lobster boat parked in a front yard on Ohio Street in Bangor.

Here’s the first installment of my Boats in the Snow photo series. It’s a lobster boat parked in a front yard on Ohio Street in Bangor.

Our neighbors down the street and over the hill must have parked this old lobster boat in their yard a decade ago. It’s in the middle of the city. Near the top of the steepest hill in Bangor. Blocks from the Penobscot River and miles from the nearest lobster cove. It’s never moved in the two years we have lived here. Now it looks like it belongs; like an evergreen tree with 200-horse-power engine bolted to its branches.

About two weeks after we moved to Maine, Jen and I walked by this place on our way downtown. “Oh look, the lady with a lobster boat in her front yard is having a yard sale,” I said. “I wonder if she’s selling the boat?”

Later, I stopped and looked over the tables of used clothes, kitchen junk, questionable electronics and knickknacks. I found a dusty old medicine bottle. The glass was clear and thick but the lip was chipped. There was no cork, label or markings.

“How much for the bottle?” I asked.

“Oh, where did you find that?” said the lady, like I just found her long-lost Class of ’51 high school ring.

“On a shelf in the garage,” I said. Was I off-limits? It’s happened before.

“I have some better ones in the house. I didn’t put them out though,” she said. “How about a dollar?”

“OK, I’ll take it.” I handed her the dollar and looked around. About a half-dozen people sifted through the sale items. “Do you do this often?

“No. It’s the first one I’ve had. I should’ve put out more stuff.”

There was no “for sale” sign on the boat. I decided not to ask about it. Instead I rummage through a box of old 8-track tapes. I found a Johnny Cash album I had never seen before.

“My husband has more records in the house,” she said. “A lot more.”

I told the lady I loved old records and that I lived just down the street.

“Come by anytime,” she said.

I went home and put some dried flowers in the medicine bottle. They were globe amaranth. Purple. I put the bottle on a side table next to a green lamp in the living room.

The bottle has been there ever since.

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2 Comments
  1. I told the lady I loved old records and that I lived just down the street.

    “Come by anytime,” she said.

    LOL! Clearly, this woman had no idea who she was talking to!!

    I want to know how much she wants for the boat. If its been sitting there for 10 years, my guess is “if you can tow it, you can have it”.

  2. John permalink

    You and Jen need a boat!

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