something to consider though. People thousands of miles from each other developed and created cities that mirrored one another. Maybe it goes back to the fact that at the end of the day, people are just people. Everything was blending together and I was surprised to see how quickly I had grown tired of all this since when I first got here I was excited to be making a decision about my life. But my inability to figure out what I wanted to do made it so that it didn’t matter whether I was in the capitol of Vermont or backwoods of New Hampshire. None of it felt right. New York City wasn’t too far away though and moving there had been in the back of my mind ever since I left Broom in the rearview mirror. Maybe that was why I couldn’t decide on anything. Maybe I had already subconsciously decided to go there which kept my conscious mind from deciding on anything else. Or maybe I just couldn’t stand all this wide open country. Consciously or subconsciously. Regardless, I was ready to just head down to NYC when I heard from a guy in Maine who sounded like he worked for some kind of alcohol company. I wasn’t sure what I had applied for and he wasn’t too specific about the job but said I should come in for an interview because they were looking for someone my age to help them get
the word out there about drinking. I was thrilled. I liked alcohol and coming up with new ideas to help encourage drinking would allow me to be creative and probably help me feel satisfied. After all, what could be a better career than helping people have fun? I made sure we weren’t meeting at a coffee shop and headed straight there. Maine was fairly close so going there wasn’t a big deal. I did find it funny that rather than a welcoming sign there was a big one warning people about drinking and driving. Evidently I wouldn’t really even need to help get the word out about drinking but I’d still help in any way I could. I’m dedicated like that. I still couldn’t get over how familiar it all felt but there was definitely some distinction up here. The area was dotted with all sorts of small towns but rather than bronze horses or buffalo this one town had a big statue of Paul Bunyan. And I admit, seeing Paul Bunyan was kind of neat just because I knew his tall tales were an important part of American folklore and culture, although seeing him like this almost made him seem like a god. But hey, maybe that concept wasn’t so far off. After all, what stopped us from worshipping Paul Bunyan like the Greeks worshipped Zeus? Maybe it was just an age thing. Maybe over the centuries as Paul Bunyan passes from folklore to legend and legend to myth there will be a movement. Just the thought of The Church of Paul Bunyan made me smile. Is that what got people to live up here? I mean, I had to guess it was more than that but just from driving through I couldn’t tell much difference from one town to the next. It was pretty but it was all the