Notwithstanding declining attendance, given the success of the nap-a-thon, they have rebuilt the United Church at Harwell in very much the same style as its predecessor.

Kerrington, Prince Edward Island, surely gets honourable mention for its potato sandwiches, but this is a foodstuff nowhere as flavourless as the dough-filled pies of Maramatouche, New Brunswick.

Owing to its orderly and perfectly regular numbered street system, they say it’s impossible to lose one’s way in tiny Calondee, New Brunswick, all the inhabitants of which are still direct descendants of the original Scots Presbyterian founders.

While the author appreciates the thoroughness with which officials responded to his queries, details concerning the hamlet of Bobbington are still too vague to be accurately assessed.

The queue of contenders to be foremost of the least is long and can fairly be said to be “not moving at all,” for the dullest town in the Maritimes remains Wentbury, the only notable feature (and not a distinguishing one) of which is that it was founded in 1789. The citizenry of Wentbury remain unable to imagine what sort of excitement might liven things up. The municipal plan, adopted in 2002, remains on track. The infrastructure is holding up somewhat better than anticipated, and the town council has announced a modest surplus. Wentbury was spared the flooding experienced to the east and was not nearly as hot and dry last summer as towns were to the west. For the sixth straight year the Wentbury Riders placed fourth in their division, which was not too bad. The anticipated exchange student from the Czech Republic had to cancel on account of having contracted the mumps. The town almost lost the title of most boring when it last year briefly considered adopting the motto “No Complaints,” but in the end a respectable, but by no means overwhelming, majority of the people of Wentbury decided against this.