It's hard not being able to make my usual rounds: the lobstermen and other extras like me drawn to the boats and ambiance of Brian's Wharf on Hatchet Cove where my mooring is; Wallace's Market for a cup of coffee and a muffin and small talk about the Red Sox and reading the Portland paper at the common table, a stop at Jeff's Marine on the river in Thomaston, haddock chowder at Home Kitchen, and checking out the progress on the wooden boats being built across the street at the Apprenticeshop. All Verboten. But there are Marilyn's chocolate chip cookies. And her company.
