If you exit off of 95 right past Maine’s mighty capital of Augusta on to a little highway we call 3, it will run you into the rolling hills of Palermo. Maine. In stark contrast to the bustling metropolis of the fabled Palermo in the old world, this one here in Maine is home to about 15o0 or so. And quite quaint. The city center’ish is denoted with a United States Post Office, a flower shop, and a meager statue of what most likely denotes a storied founder. I’m certain it briefs you with a past of how he traveled … Continue reading Good times in Palermo…