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at least once a summer my family would go across to Canada, that part of Maine being surrounded on 3 sides, and my mother would get one piece of Wedgewood, and some good wool (duty free); I remember log rolling on the Seaway, and poached salmon at Dad's fave restaurant (he did eat salmon -- )

    Dad noticed me playing the bones one time, and commented that the stable keeper played them when he (Dad) was a kid --