Portland after dark J u ly / A u g u s t 2 0 1 8 6 5 meaghan maurice O Beach O h h It’s an escape you need–a selfie for the soul. “W hat is this place?” A nuclear family of blondes presses its fac- es to the window of the Downeaster. “Old Orchard Beach. Pas- sengers for Old Orchard Beach,” the attendant sings out in the doorway, beckoning the four of us to the exit as the train glides to the platform. Af- ter a fifteen-minute ride from Portland on the 6:15 p.m. departure to points south (not even enough time to make it to the bar car), we’ve arrived. Stephan, Meaghan, my husband Fil, and I step off the train fully prepared to take on the night ahead. We all went to bed early, ate filling lunches, and mentally readied ourselves for six hours of OOB–six hours to check off each and every essential mo- By Olivia Gunn Kotsishevskaya