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Locally raised, organic, handfed beef is once again for sale! Full disclosure: I bought four pounds for $22. Portlandia is real. You only have to watch a few minutes of the TV show "Portlandia" to get the recurring joke. Overwrought do-gooders want to drive to the local farm to check out the conditions before they order chicken at a local restaurant. Another sign of spring. My parents are visiting from Florida.  Though it's based on Portland, Oregon, Portlandia is alive and wall on the East Coast. A co-worker came in to work Saturday and said Portlandia is once again alive and well. "Oh, did you see the L.L. Bean Bootmobile (Slogan: Rated Highest Smiles Per Gallon) outside? They were playing cornhole next to the truck. Or was it the people rappelling off the building we work in? They're raising money for charity," I inquired. "No, it was the people in Monument Square roleplaying Lord of the Rings," he said. "They had actual swords. They were ...

This is cheating, I know, using a photo from a nursery to demonstrate Maine's colors. Shut it. Five years ago today, I can tell you exactly where we were. Or where I was, at least. I was riding shotgun in a 24-foot Budget moving truck around sunset as we pulled into Scranton, Pennsylvania. We were towing our Corolla on a trailer and we were pulling off the interstate into downtown Scranton. Matty was driving and Duke, my 85-pound doofus of a chocolate Lab, was wedged between us in the cockpit of the truck. Jimmy, my other friend helping us move, was right behind us driving our other car. This guy will drive your moving truck so long as you pay for gas and Buffalo wings. For our last night on the road, I'd purchased a room in the Hilton in downtown Scranton. You know, as a treat on the last night of a 3,000-mile trip. Somehow it hadn't occurred to me to think of one tiny detail: Where, exactly, did we plan on parking this 24-foot moving truck with a trailer attached to it? F...