I'm in Arabica again last Sunday morning with long time pal Paul. We get together for coffee and breakfast every so often and catch up on our latest comings and goings. It's our favorite meeting spot. When the sun's coming up, I love looking out these windows towards Free Street. He shared his latest good news on the house hunting front and the trials and tribulations of attempting to negotiate the summer tourist traffic in Bar Harbor in July. Elenka and I are headed to the Schoodic Peninsula soon, but we'll try it after the 'leaf peepers' leave. I like to visit the beaches and rocks, when they are a bit lonely and wanting for attention. As for me, we reminisced about his meeting my sister Diane for the first time. He had questions, and we both just shook our heads at the fine fortune of her finding us when she did. It was quite a quest for her. I think she's happy at what she has found. I know I am. After about and hour, we parted. He was stopping off at the office. I headed off to shoot milk trucks. Don't ask. Got Milk?