I am not from Maine. I am “from away,” as locals describe outsiders. But if you asked me to imagine this far-flung swing state, I would conjure a haunted scene from its most famous resident, Stephen King: gray skies, cold rain, damp air, a barn in the woods next to an ancient cemetery — which is whe.
But if you asked me to imagine this far-flung swing state, I would conjure a haunted scene from its most famous resident, Stephen King: gray skies, cold rain, damp air, a barn in the woods next to an ancient cemetery — which is whe.