Was working with a company consulting in Bar Harbor one winter.
Walked into the only open restaurant we could find. Sat up at the bar and turned to the patron in the next seat.
Who answered our greeting withe the words:
February is suicide-month.
I was in Bar Harbor many times in the 1990s. It was a beautiful place and full of fun women and good eats. But I only went Late May onward.
Lobster gets boring after a while/