For my mother, the happiness of our annual early summer trip to Ogunquit in Southern Maine meant those little pleasures one can expect to find in that lovely coastal village: the sea, the Marginal Way, the Sparhawk oceanfront balcony, the bench under the green fabric awning (now blue!) facing the beach near the Norseman Hotel, her crossword puzzles and her mystery novel. Each and everytime I would leave her to walk the beach, I would ask her: “Are you sure you’re OK? You won’t be bored?” She would burst out laughing and say: “No worries! I have my crossword puzzles!”