Thursday, August 27, 2009


Whenever I smell hot, buttered popcorn, I think-- the Expo(Portland Exposition Building). It all goes back to those Friday night high school basketball doubleheaders... in Portland, attending them was close to a 'religious experience'. My Dad started taking me there when I was about 8. We'd always park in Hamilton Filling Station's parking lot and head to our seats. He seem to know just about everybody, as we made our way to the top row of the bleachers with a box of popcorn and and a Coke. As soon as the games were over, zoom-- we'd be out the door. However, on our way, we always paid a visit to Terroni's Market on Park Avenue for a bag of chips and a soda. Friday nights were wonderful times for me and Dad together. And speaking of basketball, professional basketball comes to the city this November in the form of a NBA Developmental League team, the Maine Red Claws ( developing players for the Boston Celtics and the Charlotte Bobcats).


  1. Sounds like your dad really managed to make one-on-one time for you. What a fantastic father. Hope you had a super day yesterday and that your prepared for whatever today brings you.

  2. Funky signpost and wonderful memories.

  3. I have only seen popcorn at the movies here