Storytellin'

Stella here.
We had a pile o' rain a bit ago so I'm settin' here at th' Moose Cove library waitin' f'r th' sun t' come out. Thought I'd write somethin' so y' knew I was still here an' hadn't disappeared.

Pat G called up t'other day. She'd just gotten back from that Western Maine Storytellin' Festival in Farmington that she'd been all ex-cited about. Said 'twas a wicked good time an' she wished me an' Harvey'd been able t' go.
Said Harvey woulda liked a fella name o' Jeep Wilcox who done some awful nice poems an' told some fine tales about th' Maine woods up around Rangely.

An' she said she did what she'd told us an' told that story she tells about th' first time I cooked a turkey f'r Harvey f'r Thanksgivin'. I dunno why anybody'd want t' hear such foolishness, but she said folks was tickled.

All th' in-formation about that festival's at www.wmsfestival.org if y' wanta look at it.

I keep tellin' Harvey he oughta go t' some o' them things an' tell a couple o' his stories, but he maintains he'd never get up in front o' folks like that an' make a pure fool o' himself (which is what he's sure he'd do). I told him he didn't need t' get up in front o' folks t' do that... but he knows I was just jokin'.

Things here slowed down some over th' weekend as it seemed all th' tourists here musta headed down t' Rockland t' th' lobstah festival. Only it rained like a son of a gun an' I guess some of 'em musta headed home early.
Moose Cove was thinkin' t' have somethin' like that, only we ain't got no place t' put a crowd that big. We got all we c'n handle with what we got in th' way o' summah folks now!

Oh - here's th' sun comin' out. I'm gonna shut down now an' get goin'.
Talk to y' later.
Love,
Stella