Egg Salad and Bing Crosby – Tim Cotton Writes

Circuitously navigating the interior portions of the jagged edge has found me rethinking my Sirius/XM presets.

For some reason, one of the seasonally available Christmas music channels has taken up space where something else had previously been. I don’t remember what had been there, but I know it wasn’t yule-related.

I’m not gonna lie, during yesterday’s three-hundred-fifty-four mile round trip, I did listen to one or two Christmas favorites. Even when skipping through— quickly— I caught the edge of Bing Crosby’s “White Christmas.” Any human with a warm soul is going to stop by for a bit of nostalgia. I did.

It was just after I tried to buy a meatball sub from a roadside convenience store somewhere south of the Aroostook County line. The kind server of fine foods from the mini-kitchen told me that it would take at least fifteen minutes. That was only after she perused the freezer to see if they had any meatballs. She nodded in the affirmative once she finished the excavation, and that’s when I changed my mind. I didn’t have fifteen minutes.

I stepped further into the gastric abyss when I selected a pre-made egg salad sandwich and a small bag of Lays potato chips. Plain, because that’s what goes best with egg salad.

The sandwich was good, so there’s no drama here. I like egg salad, even though I’ve been warned about eating anything from an open cooler at roadside depots of delightful fare.

Sure, I could have had a slice of pizza from the rotating carousel, but I can get good pizza anytime. There apparently was a Christmas party to attend, and I didn’t even know.

Egg salad is typically not available at any of my regularly scheduled lunch stops around the Bangor area.

Besides, egg salad was always a staple selection during my late Grammy Hall’s Christmas Eve bashes in Mechanic Falls, Maine. Sure, her’s was homemade— with a bit of ham— but I caught a hint of that smoky flavor when Bing Crosby came on.

There are no mistakes when making a food selections for an impromptu mobile Christmas bash on the jagged edge of America.

Tim Cotton

November 2021

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Coffee & Chocolate

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This is one of the best books I have read in years. It has tenderness and warm, gentle humor - and several laugh out loud spots. Give yourself a gift and read this. You will better about life.

Amazon Customer October 9, 2020

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I loved every bit of this book. I’ve been following the Bangor Police page and then Tim Cotton’s page on Facebook for years now. I think of it as a tiny little piece of my day that I can count on to make me feel something – usually something good, comforting in some way, occasionally a wee bit of sadness, but sad in that wistful way that a person appreciates. This man writes the way I often find myself thinking in my own head. He points out all the commonalities that we have as people, rather than the differences. The differences he writes about are the superficial ones, and the ones that make us interesting. I stretched this book out for quite a long time, reading a chapter or two in between other books. It’s a great place to turn when a person wants to occupy their minds with something peaceful that helps us to understand the world and our place in it just a little more.

Unhappy July 1, 2020

I’ve enjoyed Tim Cotton’s stories and ramblings on Facebook (or The Book of Faces, as he calls it) for a while now. And having a whole book of his musings is the reading equivalent of binge watching Netflix (something I’ve only recently learned about during the lockdown). Cotton talks about the little things and he tells it like it is. But it would be a mistake to say he has ‘no filter’ – he most definitely has a filter and it’s a filter of kindness and compassion. I liked Chapter 5 ‘The Cop’ best. It’s more fictional than the rest, and I hope it’s a hint of a novel to come?

Wrenn December 30, 2020

I have read this book 4 times now; the first 2 times I read it slowly, trying not to let it end too soon. I decided to read a few other things after that – Hamlet, Great Expectations, A Time to Kill, A Time for Mercy, Little Women. The entire time I was reading those books I longed to go back and read The Detective in the Dooryard again. When I picked it up for the third time, I felt like I was sitting down with an old friend I hadn’t seen in years, the kind you know so well you can pick right back up where you left off. The Detective in the Dooryard is a collection of stories, some about Tim Cotton’s experiences as a Bangor, Maine police officer and Detective; some are about memories of things that shape us all into who we are today. Tim often references music, mostly from the 60’s, 70’s and 80’s. Just the mention of a song’s title makes me remember growing up and coming of age during those years, and I am immediately taken back to people, places and events in my past – some good, some bad, but always just as clear as if I were there. Tim’s writing is so descriptive you feel as if you are there inside each story as well; some of his writing actually takes my breath away. There is a lot of humor, wry sarcasm, wit, and deft handling of sometimes difficult subjects. This book is the touch of your Mother’s hand on your forehead when you’re sick, your favorite treat as a child; it’s coming home. Can’t wait for the next one

Hannah January 6, 2021

This book is like a warm hug. I honestly don’t want to put it down, but I also don’t want it to end. The struggle is real. It is not a mystery that you think you can figure out and refuse to put it down to prove to yourself you’re smarter than the author, but it feels so good and real you want to read more. Maybe I’m biased because I grew up in Maine and Tim Cotton’s lyric writings immediately put me back in the Maine woods and setting sun as I try to get every bit of light to take in the last bit of beauty from the day. It really is poetic, and funny, and relatable. You don’t have to be a big old sentimental Mainer like me to thoroughly enjoy this book, you just have to be a human living in a chaotic world looking for a happy release. Would I recommend this book; YES, SIR! Will I be giving up my copy any time soon, probably not. I know I’ll pick this book up whenever I need a warm hug, a feeling that I’m home in Maine snuggled up on my gram’s homemade quilt, and a moment of happy calm. Pick this up and enjoy! You’re welcome!

TIM COTTON WRITES

Coffee & Chocolate

Amazon Customer October 9, 2020

Unhappy July 1, 2020

Wrenn December 30, 2020

Hannah January 6, 2021