Back To Maine

Part One

you cannot go home again

Portland Maine Airport

Hello all. its with great difficulty that I write this three or four part message as I always believed one could return to his past and make contact. in essence a great author stated you cannot go home again. I believe his name was F.Scott fitzgerald or something like that. I had a bad feeling about this trip and sure enough trouble began as I arrived for my departure at the airport. I will leave the name of the airport out for fear of being sued ..I remember leaving a warm climate which fla. is noted for. The problem is in Fla. its hot..damn hot and sometimes men do not wear underwear as one is in a bathing suit. shorts etc. not needing sticky tight fitting undies. Anyway . the other donald forgot to wear them and did not pack them in his suitcase. The problem was they asked me to remove my belt. shoes. watch etc and the center button on my shorts was gone. Oh and I lost weight and .now ..l. no belt .big pants. briefcase in hand…whew…shorts begin to slide down. yep . no undies on and wow ..all hell breaks loose as the other donald had to hold his britches up .hold a case etc. …britches slide to knees. donald is exposed and laughter ensues. not to mention .I caught a cold afterwards.. thank god most spectators where old and snile to boot.

embarrassment at the security screening

..well entering portland Maine was a shock as the airport was small and budget rent a car only had one car for me. small job. and the teller was funny as she had two teeth. one on the top and one on the bottom..great for opening a beer bottle . but not so good for talking.. plump little thing was she but smart enough to know who the pope was as my phone rang and donald said the pope calls and she said where is he from. oh says I ..dont you know. she claims mexico and says I your almost right and what religion is he in charge of. oh says she the muslims;. ummm says moi.close . next guess. china says she.. close says moi. last chance. oh she says. germany. your right . the pope is from germany. she is a graduate of small shcool in maine. point is our youth is in trouble for sure. well enough of that. off I head up the turnpike in Maine..dodging crazy drivers for sure. arriving at the [name removed] motel in skowhegan main. man this joint was the pits. no a.c. and no hot water and the bed had bugs in it for sure as I had bumps on my rump in the a.m, oh and colllllllllllllllld was the temp at nite..my homeys or buddies arrived that evening and we were all drunk by midnite as the place was so bad that even the pope himself would freak

this motel is only slightly worse than the one The Other Donald stayed at

Skowhegan

..now the fun begins. the following day as someone stole my clothes from the car which i forgot to lock..all my wigs ..kidding ..were gone however the salvation army allowed me to purchase needed stuff so was ok.Terry my cheap ass pal also lend me some clothes.. off we went to our reunion in waterville. as Hinckley no one heard of.

end of part one as I am bummed out;.

the other donald

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