Ahead of our trip, most of the conversations around Brunswick involved specifying that we meant the one in Maine, and then turned to some variation of “Oh. Why?” Admittedly, we didn’t have much of an answer for “What’s in Brunswick?” beyond Bowdoin College. We went here because it’s the northern terminus of Amtrak’s Downeaster, and I wanted to scratch it off the list. Besides, we have friends in Boston. Following the philosophy of never spending more time traveling to a place than you’re in the place itself, we did two nights, and I’m now prepared to give a partial answer to the question of “What’s in Brunswick?”
People
Wednesday morning I went for a walk around town, mostly looking at railroad infrastructure. The first thing I noticed, however, is that when you come to a crosswalk as a pedestrian the cars actually yield to you. This kept happening throughout the day. Later, we went to Twice-Told Tales Book Store. It’s run by volunteers, and proceeds go the local library. Everyone there was genuinely friendly and helped an out-of-towner find a book–Terry Pindell’s Making tracks: an American rail odyssey. Before we left I lightened my luggage by dropping off two books that I’d bought and read during our trip and wasn’t likely to re-read, though I’d enjoyed them: Ben Macintyre’s The Siege and Douglas Preston’s The Lost City of the Monkey God.