Life in Lewiston, Maine
Following are some thoughts about Lewiston, Maine, where I lived for a few months. I just copyedited my own initial writing (oh, so many awful initial writing errors, it was painfully embarrassing to read what I'd written, when I was finally far enough away from what I'd written, I could actually see the writing errors...): I'd long ago heard that Lewiston, Maine was the "armpit" of Maine, resounding of all the odd stinks one could smell. Nowadays, to be sure, Lewiston does NOT stink. The river is actually so incredibly beautiful, and I'd do a lot to live by its momentaries. I didn't grow up in Lewiston, but rather in the most highly taxed area of Maine (at that time, Falmouth, Maine), along the waterfront, though my parents struggled to stay there, since my father earned a USM professor's wage, which just got our initial family of 4 kids through. My father sometimes did things to help us get through I know he's not proud of. Falmouth was str