We were in Maine, and have the mosquito bites to prove it

A small town in Maine is the best place to spend the fourth of July. Why? Because everyone is so pumped. There were pie eating contests for four days leading up to the fourth, an organ grinder complete with monkey puppet, an antique car show, an enormous book sale, bluegrass and cajun bands playing in the park gazebo, barbeques aplenty, a band of bagpipes, a carnival complete with Bloomin' Onions and a Tilt-a-whirl (the only two reasons to ever go to a small town fair in my book), an hour and a half long parade (mostly cars with "Sharon Drake Realty" or "Joe's Roofing" or "Gerald's Landscaping" signs taped on the side), fireworks shot off a boat on the waterfront, and of course, a woman walking her four pet ferrets each on it's own little leash. I love Maine.