Today’s Globe says you are growing a tad “weary” of waiting for Scott Brown.
Oh honey. We are just getting started with this guy.
By the time you are done you will remember the weariness of merely waiting for this thin-skinned empty suit with nostalgia and longing. You’ve got a lot more tiredness ahead of you.
Remember he is a native son of New Hampshire! Meaning Kittery. And he drives a truck.
And no, we do not want him back. Have fun.
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But let that go, right?
… from people who live in NH, is that part of the charm of NH is living (at least) 25 miles away from anything.
I mean, I work in Bedford Ma. One of my co-workers lives in NH. A recent snowstorm turned her 1.5 hr commute into a 5 hour ordeal because, in her words, “that’s what I get for living in the woods.’
I don’t know why people who commute 40, 50 or even more miles away to work… every (ahem) day… from NH to MA (and almost every job I’ve had in the last 20 years had at least one, sometimes more) would balk at the notion of 25 miles to the doctor. And I don’t know who, already in NH, prior to Obamacare, didn’t travel 25 miles to get anywhere…
Perhaps that’s simply not the way things are done in Waltham… ooh-la-la… but I guess Waltham ain’t the rest of the world.
I know people in New Hampshire who drive 25 miles to buy groceries.
And hence the downrating.