Read all about it
here. It's plain that whoever designed the site wasn't really up to the job. There's not a single mention of
Rave On! And how to explain the absence of Claude Y. Velndonom? Pretty bush league, if you ask me. Of course, I'm no one to talk. My strongest connection to western Maine is the "Fryeburg Fair 1995" travel mug from which I drink my coffee every morning. And that was a gift; I didn't actually attend. But I plan to put all this right come July, when I hope to participate in the annual "Eastern Maine Sucks" parade. I've already put in my application to serve as the token "stupid asshole" whose ceremonial pelting with blistering fast balls (hurled by none other than President Baseball) concludes the daylight portion of the event. Sure, it's going to hurt, but I'll wear those bruises with pride.