It’s a living

“The Maine Lobsterman,’’ in Lobsterman Park, Portland. Standing at the intersection of Middle Street and Temple Street, it was sculpted by Victor Kahill.

“I conversed with a young lobster fisherman who gets up at 5 in the morning and goes home again from the sea at 3 in the afternoon. I asked him if he liked lobstering. ‘You get used to it’ was his reply.’’

—From Back Roads of New England (1974), by Earl Thollander

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