In a world where bad stories are far too plentiful, and good stories don't get told enough IMHO,

I'd like to share a typical "Maineah" behavior tale.
This morning my son and his cousin, taking advantage of their day off from school, packed up their tackle boxes and poles to wander down to the local stream and do a little fishin'.
First stop is the local corner store for a tub of worms, a slice of pizza, and of course, the ubiquitous Maine frosty beverage, MOXIE.
While my son was at the back of the store picking up the tub of crawlers, a kindly elderly gentleman apparently "got a boot" out of the junior fishermen, and paid for their pizza. My son was pretty impressed with this little impromptu "kindness" and wanted to thank the man, but alas! He was gone by the time the store owner told my son that he has bought him lunch.
This is why I love Maine. 
