Passing by this landmark today on the way to visit my Mom, I couldn't help but get a lump in my throat. It recently closed it's doors for good. Here's a local newspaper article about it.
Like so many others that grew up in this part of Maine, a tradition was to pick up a Coffee Pot sandwich, and head to nearby Cascade Park for an impromptu picnic. Well, in the summer anyway.
Generations of families have grown up on this sandwich, and yet the memory of enjoying them together, seems even more significant than the actual sandwich itself. Much like the summer day a couple years ago when I ran into my uncle while standing in line waiting for a Coffee Pot. For perspective, we live 80 miles apart. Although unplanned, we instinctively knew our chance meeting called for a trip to Cascade Park together. Henri captured a couple memories of that day for us.
My uncle, never missing an opportunity to tease me, was checking to see if I missed smoking, a habit I had quit 20 years prior.