Check out where Maine fits in the scheme of things. Pretty soon digging potatoes will be back in style.
http://www.forbes.com/2007/07/10/washington-virginia-utah-biz-cz_kb_0711bizstates-table.html
and this has to do with this thread - or me - HOW?
But, since you seem to be implying that I must be a potato picking hick from Maine, (I can't decipher any other meaning,) let me give a brief story:
"As a little girl, long, long ago, I lived with my grandparents on a farm deep in the north Maine woods. We used to get out of school in the fall to pick potatoes. What fun. We were 'out of school' in the sun, and our pockets jingled with money we earned.
I graduated some years later in a beautiful little Maine town on the coast - one where all the 'cultured' folk come to for vacations to get away from their wonderful "civilization".
Following graduation, I left Maine and, in the ensuing years, lived all over this great country, from north to south, from coast to coast and in between. I had many memorable experiences, met many people whose names you would recognize, learned skills and had "careers."
I am a retired old granny now, (well, except for my writing,) living simply in the country, far away from the 'madding crowd' - and look forward to going up country in the fall to pick me some potatoes."