The lobster roll at Red's Eats is the Rolls-Royce of the species. It's a whole lobster cut up and wedged into a buttered, toasted roll. That's it—no lettuce, no celery, no mayo (though you could certainly have those things on the side, I suppose). Red's is easy to find—it's by the side of Route 1, right before you hit the Sheepscot River bridge heading north. It also has fried clams, fish sandwiches, and hot dogs, but why would you ever bother?
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Writing is sometimes a messy enough business as it is, but this went beyond the usual and customary requirements of the job. To write about worm digging—one of the more unusual occupations I know of and a big business in Wiscasset—you have to literally get down in the dirt. Or rather, to be more exact, you have to get down in the mud. Worm diggers do just that: They dig worms and sell them to wholesalers, who in turn sell them to bait shops around the country. When I was in Wiscasset the pay rate was ten cents a worm (it has gone up by now), but you couldn't pay me ten dollars a worm to do that kind of work.
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You have to live in Washington, D.C., as I do, which has one of the highest violent crime rates in the United States, to properly appreciate this one.
Reports From the Wiscasset Police Blotter
Tuesday, July 10
Chief Michael Emmons received complaints of a dog barking on Hodge Street.
Thursday, July 12
Chief Emmons provided an escort on Route 27, and received a complaint of lost property.
Friday, July 13
Chief Emmons responded to complaints of a parking problem on Main Street;
Assisted a disabled vehicle on the Chewonki Neck Road.
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