I got on the train, had a peaceful ride through Massachusetts, New Hampshire, and southern Maine, and got off in the most empty, deserted town I'd ever seen. In the rain. Dragging my one-wheeled impedimenta. After settling in to the place (being not surprisingly the only guest), I set off to see the ocean. In the rain. Even the pier was closed off. Nothing was open (Monday was a holiday) and I managed to cover every single thing to see in about an hour. It was one of those "What have I done?" moments. I decided then and there, that nothing is as cringe-inducingly pitiful than an amusment park shut down for the season. In the rain. (I have photos).

This is SO a scene from The Talisman. If you haven't read it yet? You should. I'm thinking there's a reason Stephen King likes living in New England. Fiction fodder.