I'd love to see what you did to the place. I have very fond memories of that apartment. It was my escape from a very tough time for me.

I don't know if I ever told this story here. A couple of months before I left Maine a friend asked me if I was running to or running away. I told her I was running to a new life and definitely NOT running away. Later, much later, I realized my answer was not correct. I was running away big time.

In the months up to my departure that apartment was a little pool of calm and comfort, my own place where I could drop the cares of wasted relationships and lost time. It really was a great place and I am so grateful I had it to hide in.

Thanks Charley.

Tanglefoot on the stereo now.