Our Easternmost, One-Syllabled State

For the next week I'll be outta town and largely away from the WWW, so my blog entries will slow down to, uh, whatever's less than a trickle. Eliza and I are gonna kick back with her folks on North Haven, an island in Maine. The Pine Tree State will become the 29th state I’ve visited in my life (ten of which I haven’t actually spent a night in (four of which I haven’t actually ventured outside the airport (and one of which, Nebraska, I didn’t actually venture outside the plane (at Omaha's Eppley Airfield)))). Like Dishwasher Pete, I eventually wanna visit all 50 states, though I don’t wanna wash dishes in any of 'em. Regardless, I'll post highlights and pix when I get back to Sizattle. Should you desire a postcard, please print the above image, cut to size, and mail to me with an SASE. Now bring on the lobster.