Kittery's Secret Identity
What, exactly, is Kittery? Is it Maine's gateway or Portsmouth's conjoined twin? A shipyard town or a shopping destination? Is it the best of Maine's past or the worst of its future? No one can agree, least of all the people who live here.
By Abby Zimet, Photography by Sara Gray
Saturday at the Crooked Lane Café in Kittery, and the regulars drift in for the day's sweet specials: blueberry and cranberry muffins, sour cream cinnamon walnut coffee cake, buttermilk and cinnamon chip scones, and the tasty house blend of Black and Tan. Lucinda Williams wails in the background as ten people, twenty- to seventy-something, hunch at the counter or lounge at square tables. It is mid-morning: late enough that the by-the-clock regular who everyone knows only as Kurt has been in for the usual -- two scones, two medium Dark Roasts -- for himself and the wife; too early for the group of six or seven women who each week settle cheerfully in the corner.
