162: Truly Rural


I have a weird fondness for out houses. It probably has to do with being afraid of flush toilets when I was really small and us summering in places with limited indoor plumbing. I remember when we went to Machias in the summers, we had a neighbor who had a five hole outhouse, which I thought was really cool, even though I don't think multiple people actually ever used it at once. Plumbing in general was really slow to come to Maine, my parents had to install it in pretty much every house we bought until they got the fancy Portland house. I accidentally got into a rural macho contest last year with someone I met who lives on an Indian reservation in Canada about outhouses. She hadn't expected somebody else in the room to have intimate knowledge of such things, let alone the warm and fuzzies for them.