Daddy had one thing on this mind this trip – lobster. From the moment we landed until the day we left, Daddy ate lobster after lobster, whether it was whole lobsters or lobster rolls. The wholesale price for lobsters is currently $4 per pound which makes the crustacean cheaper than hot dogs on a per pound basis. As a result, there were several nights where we just purchased lobsters down near the water and cooked them back at the house. Daddy’s lobster consumption was truly heroic and I understand that the locals now sing a folk song about him. He was like a machine that never got full. Even Ms. Chiann’s Mommy (who is from Maine) said she had never seen someone eat so much lobster. He stopped eating each night not because he was full, but because we ran out of lobsters.
On Wednesday, we went to the Maine Lobster Festival in Rockland, Maine, a somewhat religious experience for Daddy on par with what others might experience in Vatican City, Jerusalem, or Mecca. Daddy ate more lobster there but I think he was disappointed that there was not a lobster eating contest because he had been training so hard all week.
Mommy and I got Daddy a tee-shirt to commemorate his trip to the promise-land and on the way back from Rockland we got Daddy a lobster roll at Red’s Lobster Shack which turned out to be the best lobster roll he ate all week. The lobsters can all rest a little easier now that Daddy has departed but he left a lasting impression. As Mr. Don said one night after Daddy finished eating: “Daddy 1 - Maine 0”.
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