Wanna Buy A Duck?

A lot of my kindness tricks of the trade just don't work where we are right now. Here, EVERYONE stops for pedestrians in the cross walk. Waiting in line at the grocery store, politeness abounds. “You go ahead” “No you go, I'm in no hurry.” As for people interupting their conversations so they can answer their cell phones, or talk loudly on it while waiting in line for their latte, those dang gadgets don't work here. There is even a van driving around town with “practice kindness” painted on it.

This being a lobstering town primarily, there is a fair amount of strife that is associated with a trade so heavily dependent on the economy and the whims of nature. In recent years there was even a shooting among lobstermen over a disagreement of territory. But it seems that, in general, it is essential and understood that folks need to be kind order to live a small commmunity where every person knows each other.

So, what am I to do, besides pick up trash? Which, by the way is a practice I do believe makes my family unique among the tourists here. How about buy a duck? A rubber one that is, a fundraiser for the school. This Saturday there will be a race of the ducks as the tide comes in. The owner of the winning duck gets a fabulous prize of some sort, and you don't even have to be present to win. This is good, because the race is in the afternoon and we are heading home that morning.