Carmel Coveyduck of St. John’s Newfoundland has a picture of herself and her newly won Hummer plastered all over the walls of the Irving Stations in Maine. I know this because I saw Carmel Coveyduck in Madison when I stopped to get a cup of coffee, in Skowhegan when I stopped to empty my bladder, in Newport when I stopped for a bag of peanuts and then again on Broadway in Bangor when I stopped for gas and found myself not wishing for Carmel Coveyduck’s luck, but that I had filled my tank where I filled my bladder back there in Madison where the fuel was twenty-two cents per gallon cheaper.
From the wall at each and every Irving Station check-out counter, Carmel Coveyduck smiles down at you as she holds out the keys to her new vehicle for your inspection as if to say, “See? It’s a real Hummer because it has keys and it’s really mine because I’m holding those keys!”
I’m not particularly envious that Carmel Coveyduck won a Hummer, not because I don't like Hummers, which I don't, but because I couldn’t possibly afford the gas that hums through a Hummer in a week. No, I’m not envious of Carmel Coveyduck’s luck or her Hummer, but Man, I’d love to have her name.
L.E. Hughes is a columnist, writer and owner of Diamond Corner B&B in Stratton, Maine. She welcomes your thoughts and comments: email@example.com.
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