 For him, it wasn't simply an intellectual exercise. It was part of the heart as well as the mind. And yet he had a perfect boy's life. His father took him shooting, gunning, sailing. He could swim the Penobscot in all that boat traffic. The major industry at this moment, early in his life, is boat building. And Bangor was a town of 3,000 brewers. Much smaller, I believe. Much smaller. Still is. Much smaller. Maybe 1,000.