It doesn't take much to amuse us. A week or so ago a guy lost his kite a la Charlie Brown in the tall oaks by the shore. Most of us ignored it, but a couple of folks spent some of their last precious remaining brain cells trying to figure out how to get it down. I guess when you combine the resources of a Maine forester and a retired Marine you can accomplish most anything. Phil attached a line to a rock and Bernie swung it like a bolo. After perhaps a dozen tries, he snagged the kite. Fortunately, a single tug released it from the tree. The fact that it happened during "Happy Hour" only added to the festivities. The closest observers were three sisters who had abandoned their husbands for the weekend and set up their camper almost under the scene of the crime. They didn't even have to buy a ticket for the entertainment. Tomorrow will be lobsters. Dick Roth has ordered fifteen from our resident lobsterman, Walt Wagner.