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When we had our sojourn back in Staunton—I believe it was the night that we were playing poker—I was putting on a sweater whilst everyone else was trying to figure out how they could get a breeze into the (in their estimations) stifling dining room.
“Are you cold?” asked Josh, with incredulity.
“I am not warm,” I replied, with economy.
“What are you going to do when we go to Maine?”
“I am simply going to be extremely cold all the time and complain about it and probably annoy everyone,” I said. 
Aaron exchanged a smile with me, because he is the next-most-likely-to-be-cold person in our troupe, perhaps that I have known in my life. This is reason #3047 that I think Aaron is fantastic: though I am often yet-colder than he is, he is at least sympathetic.

I am not sure if I in fact annoyed everyone, but I do know that I was cold. I had been to Maine once previously (ironically, to the exact same area), and found it a bit chilly…in July. One of these October nights, when other normal human beings in the troupe were sitting out and looking at the stars and drinking wine on the deck of our motel, I ventured out, because I had become thoroughly depressed watching game four of the ALCS when the Indians scored seven runs in one inning. (I apologise, with current hindsight, to any Indians fans, particularly those in our troupe, for being depressed.) It took about five seconds of the crisp Maine air to prefer even depression to being cold, and I went back inside. Which was somewhat fortunate, as otherwise I might have missed that Youk-Papi-Manny home run trifecta.

Bar Harbor, Maine, October 15:

Our drive through the autumnal New England to Bar Harbor was breathtaking in its palette; Evan made the crack over the walkie-talkie system, “Um, if anybody sees some delightful fall foliage, let me know.” We were performing at the College of the Atlantic, a very small school just a few minutes’ walk from downtown Bar Harbor. I say ‘very small’ because individual pictures of several hundred students were posted along a wall in the dining hall, and we drew the conclusion (which may be incorrect) that this was a picture of everyone in the student body. Now, I am certain that the students are extremely happy on their beautiful campus, because they no doubt chose it because they wanted to have a class of seventy-five students. And yet, though the people were very friendly, and it was a very welcoming venue, both Alisa and I reached the conclusion that night at dinner that we would die if we were to attend the college ourselves. Of course, I would die because I would have to be reincarnated into a new human being before I’d attend a school with fewer than, say, 5,000 in the student body (I don’t think I applied anywhere with less than 15,000), and Alisa would gradually waste away because there was nothing she could eat at the dining hall.

We performed a nice Taming of the Shrew on a stage the size of a telephone booth, but the audience was lovely, and featured, amongst others, Scot’s sister-in-law and his adorable nieces. The only other really distinctive thing I recall about the show, myself, was that in order to cross around we had to go outside. The anticipation of how cold I was going to be (as my costume is a sleeveless dress) proved, fortunately, worse than the actual event.

We were in the Bar Harbor area for a total of three days, during which time Dan acquired a guitar and, from the same music store, Alisa acquired free vampire guitar picks. I think Chris had purchased something which merited the gifted picks, but that has now passed from my memory. The picks, meanwhile, are immortalised for all time in song, as Alisa has composed a song titled “The Vampire Song.” It goes something like this:

Vampire song
Vampire song
Vampire sooooong
Vampire song
He sucked my blood
Yeah, he sucked my blood
He sucked my bloooood
He sucked my blood
He sucked it so hard
He sucked it so hard
‘Cause he’s a vampire
And I love him

Naturally, like all great works of art, it is constantly evolving. As it’s not been exactly the same any time that I’ve heard it, I’ve transcribed it as best as I can remember.

Our hotel was also situated right on the edge of Acadia National Park, which meant a couple of hiking expeditions. Ginna, Seiler and Dan climbed to the top of Cadillac mountain in order to watch the sunrise; I personally did not attend because the only thing that I am better at than sleeping is being cold. The last day, a number of us went on a lovely hike around Jordan pond near sunset, a more appropriate time of day for my body clock. The following picture of this walk is thanks to Mr. Evan Hoffmann, who posted it on Facebook. In the tradition of the Sculpture Picture at Saint Michael’s, I will make this an interactive picture experience by asking you to guess things about its contents. However, as there are no Shakespeare plays pictured, it will have to be:

A How Well Do You Know Ellen Quiz.

1. One of the people in this photograph is one of Ellen’s favourite people in the Troupe. Which of these people is it?
2. True or false: Ellen is as cold as she looks in this photograph.

Jordan Pond

Bear in mind that, as there are only two questions, getting even one wrong is a 50%, which is technically an F. Of course, all you fail in is Knowing Ellen, which is not a very valuable skill.

Answers:
1. This person is Dan Kennedy. If you answered ‘Ellen,’ you really couldn’t be more wrong. I am probably my least favourite person in the Troupe.
2. False. Ellen is colder than she looks in this photograph.

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