I was talking to a person from the west coast over the holidays. When they found out our field school was in Maine, they said we were “back east.”
I was forced to correct them and said; “no, we’re not back east. We’re down east. In Maine.”
Then, after deciding to have a bit of fun with them, I mentioned I wasn’t sure where they were, because once you get west of the Connecticut river, there isn’t a whole lot worth seeing and it all looks the same.
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Tim, you should create a festival called East by Down East. I’d love to see it but would have to stream it over the internet. I am west of you and couldn’t handle the cognitive dissonance involved in going west to get back east.
Truly a conundrum of geographical proportions! I like the name a lot. Although we’ve already discussed hosting a festival called Brushfire!. We thought of ending it with a big brush fire.