Lockport Union-Sun & Journal — The wife and I just got back from celebrating our wedding anniversary in Kennebunkport, Maine. We love going to Kennebunkport, but we don’t spend any real time staring at the Bush compound where W’s daddy lives. I find it kind of funny that there is an area set up along the side of the road so people can park and take a picture of George H.W. Bush’s house. It’s a nice house, but he is only there during the summer.
I have decided that I am going to get into the study of tides and oceanography, or whatever they call it, because I really need to know where the ocean goes each and every day. If you have never seen a tide come in or go out, then you are missing something pretty interesting.
Everyday around 2:30pm, the water would start rushing into the port area and fill up the port basin and the area where the little shops are. It is moving so fast you would swear that it is moving downhill. At around 7:00pm, you can see it rushing back out of the port area just as quickly. I am not an expert on ocean tides, so this little ritual fascinates me. Even if I were an expert on ocean tides, I still think that the sight of the ocean moving rapidly in opposing directions each and every day, like clockwork, would freak me out.
The great thing about places like Kennebunkport is that they force you to be patient in order to enjoy the little miracles of life. As we were driving out of New York State, two plane paths had crossed in the sky. >From our vantage point, it looked like they intersected, but that was probably not the case.