There is a distinct perspective that has been bred within the sea bordered, and well forested corner of the nation. It is feeling of hard-scrabble simplicity, suprisingly wry wit, and incredible warmth beneath the rigid shell that protects our local inhabitants through the long winter months. This Readings project and podcast actually began from the uncovery of long-lost letters of my Grandfather, TW Prince ~ who, as an earnest, ambitious farmboy in central Maine in the early 1900s ~ wrote romantic musings to my Grandmother. Upon initial reading ~ I realized just how classically Maine they were ~ and that they truly could only be best conveyed by spoken word. With additional and all due apologizes to TW ~ I have, and will, from time to time, intersperse my own humble rants and ramblings that reflect upon my ever present appreciation and experiences within the region.