I am totally bummed. I went to Maine a couple of weeks ago. One of the reasons I thought it would be cool to see Maine is the fact that so many Stephen King novels are based there. He’s been one of my favorite authors since I was a kid. (The image at left came from HERE.)
This is probably nerdy, but what I didn’t say during my trip log is that when I got to Ogunquit, I said to myself, “Hey, this is where Fran Goldsmith lived before her parents died and she hooked up with creepy Harold to start the trek to meet Mother Abigail.” That’s from The Stand, my ultimate favorite King novel. Ogunquit, like Kennebunkport (a close neighbor) did not look anything like I’d expected.
Why it never dawned on me to look up Stephen King, I’ll never know.
I mean, I could have visited his HOUSE. I was so close, too! I was in the same town for goodness sake. Granted, it was dark. But I could have driven back the next day.
What’s the big deal, you ask? Would you visit Memphis and not at least drive past Graceland?
Oh well. Hubby and I may go back to New England next year. If we do, we’ll just have to stop in Bangor…
Steven who?
It’s a good thing I’m intimately involved with the preparation of our travel itinerary, otherwise we might end up going past that guy Steve’s house. Sheesh.