TWO HOLE PRIVY

A little Maine humor.  

There is less Maine humor than there use to be because so many people from outside now live in Maine.  There was a time when Mainers were known for their dry wit  that did not necessary have a punch line.   Much of it was was Mainers using their perceived backwardness as a badge of honor. 

In the small village of Weld, where I often shopped, they had two stores.   One was named The Weld General Store and the second one was named The Other Store. 

Maine people loved this dry humor.
 
A true story:
A neighbor of mine went to the eye doctor (before they were known as optometrist) in Wilton because his sight was changing.  He told the doctor that when he was deer hunting he was having trouble sighting his rifle.  He said that if he took off his glasses he could see his sights clearly but the deer was blurry and if he kept on his glasses he could see the deer but not the sights, and he asked the doc if there was a pair of glasses that could fix that.  The doctor asked what kind of rifle he used, and my neighbor said a 30-30 leaver action.   The doctor told him, "Son you don't need new glasses.  What you need is a three power scope." 







Back in the sixties some of the locals up in northern Maine put up a sign at a crossroads.  The arrow to the right read Up The Road and the arrow to the left read Down The Road and the arrow pointing straight ahead red Middle Of The Road. 

On the Channel Eight weather report, back when there were only three channels, the 11-o-clock report always had a segment from the top of Mt Washington, the highest peal in New England.  There was a young Maine man, that spoke with a heavy Maine accent (like the clip above) that would always include in his report the weather at Hannibal's Crossing - the snow was always heaver, the wind higher and the temps always colder there.  He would end his report with a shit eating grin before the cameras cut away.  This went on for years until most people actually believed there was a Hannibal's Crossing - there wasn't. 

This type of humor use to be prevalent in Maine; but now it is only kept alive by Maine comedians.

I kind of miss those simpler days.

the Ol'Buzzard