The Last Map

A Wedding Feast

I was in Maine recently, to do a wedding. It was at the Pemaquid Point lighthouse, near Wiscasset and Damariscotta—my first trip there, which is as far up Down East as I’ve ever been.  The reception was held in a fancy lobster shack. As we were called to the table, we brought our wineglasses, and were soon passing around breadbaskets and butter plates.

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