Each month, Down East editors select our favorite response to “Where in Maine?” Here is our favorite letter from March’s photo.
I used to take my girlfriend to Portland Head Light and we’d marvel at the view of Fort Gorges. I’d always make the homophone joke, “That over there is the fort, gorgeous.” Though she was not amused, it didn’t stop her from agreeing to marry me during a subsequent visit to the lighthouse a few years later, on a day so foggy that I had to yell my question over the tones of a foghorn. The fog saved me that day, as the fort was not visible and a repeat of my lame joke may have evinced an eye roll that would have derailed my proposal. We return to the park every summer and I still make the joke — somehow she stays with me.