Is there anything quite like the thrill of seeing some hapless car smashed to smithereens by a giant pumpkin?
As we wind down this year’s long slog toward Election Day and look ahead to the inevitable winter doldrums to follow, we can’t think of anything more delightfully palate cleansing than wanton pumpkin destruction, whether the gourds are fired out of a record- breaking canon or, as in the case of our poor vehicular victim, dropped from a great height.
For the first couple years of its existence, the Pumpkinfest was just good, gleeful fun. It is still fun, but as the crush of people in Damariscotta’s downtown over the weekend indicated, our local pumpkin lovers have created a monster.
We tip our hats to the organizers that put this thing together, the supporting businesses, various sponsors, and the many volunteers who make this thing go. Events like this don’t happen without many, many people putting in many, many hours and we thank them all.
