Very first post

My sister and I were in Bar Harbor one day--this was probably in the early 90s, post-college but before either of us were married or even behaving consistently like adults--and I bought a fancy ice-cream cone, one where much of the waffle thing has been dipped in dark chocolate. It was really good, and when it came time to bite the cone part, a large chunk fell off, landed on the sidewalk, and fell on the asphalt of the street. I quickly picked it up, blew on it, and ate it. My sister was mildly horrified. "A lot of people would call the spot where that chocolate landed 'the gutter,'" she pointed out. This was across the street from the old Red & White grocery store, across the street from Epi Sub.