Which Way To East Vassalboro?
Another “Bert And I” Story

Bert was setting in the rocker on his porch one fine fall morning when he heard what sounded like a whole hive of angry bees buzzing. He looked down the hill and there was one of those foreign convertible sports cars, painted bright red, moving at high speed along the road between East Vassalboro and Bangor. It came to the crossroads, where the Bangor road met Route Two, stopped, turned around, and went a-buzzing t’other way, till it reached the junction with Old Boothbay Road. It come to a screeching halt, held still for a moment, and turned around again. This time it turned up Bert’s driveway, and zoomed all the way up, finally stopping in a cloud of dust.
“Which way to East Vassalboro?” the driver hollered out.
“Don’t you move a god damn inch,” said Bert.