Comments for: Selling Maine with handshake and smile

I was quietly embarrassed when my father, a lifelong Mainer, would meet people from out of state; he often would insist shaking hands more than once if, in his estimation, the first one didn’t qualify as a “Maine handshake.” He would extend his hand once again, throttle the… Read More
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