The high lonesome sound...
Back in Texas, where my littlest brother, from a throw-pillow fort on the floor, is asking me, "Are you on the rocket, Meagan? Are you on the rocket?"
I left the Neck early and went down to Portland to see Max Pitegoff for the first time in two years. We sat on Munjoy Hill above Casco Bay, just smoking Nat Shermans and watching the sails. A good way to bid farewell to Maine, I'll say.
So no more farming for this lady. Only academia from here on out, and maybe some Netflix. Yes, baby brother, I believe I am on the rocket.