My Dad and all his cousins dug potatoes as kids. In fact, people my age did it when I was a kid. Schools shut down at harvest time so kids could go work. I thought they used equipment now.

Idaho potatoes were not allowed in our house.

I was always charmed by the Lobster Pot, a little food hut shaped like a lobster. We never ate there because my Dad did not like seafood.

Naemanson, my relatives were scattered all over Maine. Thanks for the tip on the accent; I confess I never picked up on a difference.

I never heard of YOUR Bob Marley; to me, Bob Marley will always be with the Wailers.

When I got into storytelling, Marshall Dodge was among the first recordings I heard. Is it true he wasn't really from Maine? Apparently he got some of those routines off an old wax cylinder. Michael Parent does some of them, too. My brother-in-law (lifelong Mainer born and bred) used to love the "Where are we? -- Ye're up in a ballone, ye damn fool" one.

Thanks for the memories, all.