Bangor wasn't bad. I wish I hadn't been so damned busy, and I definitely wish I'd have had my own transportation, but I enjoyed the trip. The work was hard and grinding but I have to admit that I'll probably always love seeing new places around the world. The town looks like a Hollywood backlot. Beautiful houses everywhere and no one around, more or less. There's a CBD but it looks like the neutron bomb went off a while ago; there's a huge new swathe of big box stores just north of town that presumably killed everything. Even Miller's Restaurant is gone now, done in by a huge new Indian casino or something. It's weird. Obviously no one is getting rich around here; the town is filled with battered Mainers, bearded and threadbare.
We had supper at a "fancy" restaurant last night that really, really wasn't all that. Great wine list though - they had Bitch, Pure Evil, and other great Aussie wines. The waitresses were all pretty much like Cammie (or however you spell that) from Sideways, but thankfully I didn't wind up back at her place last night.
The hospital where I worked was huge and concrete and fairly modern, oddly solid and busy in the midst of so much disused space. Guess it server thousands of small communities throughout rural Maine. Hm.
Anyway, that's it for now. Gotta wake up at 5am to catch the 6am flight to New York City. It's 5 degrees outside Fahrenheit and falling fast; just walking 40 feet to the car gave me crunchy mustache. Guess I'd better bundle up in case I'm stuck on the plane for a while before they fire up the engines!