The Pallet and the Canvas
by Jaed Coffin
Last week, I had a story assignment that took me to a very small town up north called Passadumkeag (according to the Internet: population 374). On the way north, I drove through Old Town, and had to ask a guy where Route 2 East went. The sign was busted up, and I couldn’t tell which way it was pointing. After he gestured in the right way he asked me where I was from. I told him two hours south.
“A different world down there,” I said.
“Absolutely,” he said.