The War Between The States

Well, we're back from Maine.

I'm too beat to tell you about the 14 hour Trail of Tears we suffered Thursday after we decided to do the whole trip from Dee Cee in one fell swoop. I'm also to beat to tell you how I nearly took off the five year old's head and stuck it on a pike because she chose to go into her Harpo Marx routine during the memorial service. Ditto my thoughts on the Great "Oh, You Thought We Were Going To Call First?" Furniture Delivery Mix-Up and the game of musical rooms we're playing with the Llama-ettes' sleeping quarters this afternoon. Indeed, I'm even too tired right now to say what I think of coming home and discovering somebody had run right into our mailbox, destroying the post and tossing the box itself a good twenty yards down the road.

All that later. Instead, I will impart a little humor.

Sign seen on I-95 North right at the Maine State Line:

From Mass?
Save Gas -
Stay Home!

Heh. Apart from a slavish devotion to the Sawx, there is quite a bit of bad blood on the part of the ordinarily calm and passive Mainers against the denizens of the Bay State. Indeed, they routinely refer to their neighbors to the south as "Massholes".

Part of it has to do with Massachusetts drivers (who, at least in my opinion, have got nothing on Virginians for speed and less on Murr'landers for crazy-assed unpredictability). Most, I believe, has to do with a joke that's been making the rounds of late: Massachusetts finally realized what a mistake it had made in letting Maine become a separate state to begin with. They're now trying to reverse that by buying Maine back, one house at a time.

More later.