tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14474631.post8187982610635503072..comments2023-10-19T05:40:59.162-04:00Comments on Sippican Cottage: I Fit Right In HereSippicanCottagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14940797380578921776noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14474631.post-19779323513781460102007-09-01T15:17:00.000-04:002007-09-01T15:17:00.000-04:00Heh, I suppose you do... and most of my family sti...Heh, I suppose you do... and most of my family still do as well; but a large percentage have decamped for New Hampshire in the last 20 years.<BR/><BR/>Myself, I went to Arizona for college, did some time in the Air Force, then did consulting work all around the world. A couple years ago, I cam back to Arizona; because my mother had moved down here in the mean time, and then got very sick.<BR/><BR/>There are definitely a lot of things I miss about Boston, and New England. Seasons would be nice. Good pizza and subs... hell, jsut plain much better food; especially italian food. Goin to Fenway or Foxboro (I havent been to GIlette yet).<BR/><BR/>BUt honestly, what I miss the most are the stupporn, rude, pugnacious people. THe people who'll start a argument with you in your neighborhood bar, not be afraid to call you a !@#$%&!@#$, and then go to your cookout the next day.<BR/><BR/>Hell, I miss neihborhood bars, and neighborhoods. THey don't exist here. It's al pre-fab, stucco, chain, McTchochkeys crap.<BR/><BR/>I miss knowing every single kid for two miles around, and their parents, and their cousins. I miss knowing every single kid at my high school, and their parents, brothers and sisters.<BR/><BR/>What I don't miss though? I don't miss being a slave to the sate. I don't miss the taxes, and the fees, and the regulation of every little thing. I don't miss the corruption, and the political machine, and how they interact. I don't miss being thought of as a criminal if I try to defend myself from attack.<BR/><BR/>As I said, I couldn't live anywhere but a free state anymore.<BR/><BR/>Oh and just one last thing... I don't miss February; at all.AnarchAngelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06447178964096399015noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14474631.post-27187826146739418242007-08-31T22:34:00.000-04:002007-08-31T22:34:00.000-04:00Hmmph. People who STAY in Massachusetts are sissi...Hmmph. People who STAY in Massachusetts are sissies... *I* grew up in Saskatchewan! I still haven't got used to people here in Ottawa whining about the winter. They have no clue, bunch of wusses.Janethttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04600030574995481267noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14474631.post-52292927096683657712007-08-31T16:40:00.000-04:002007-08-31T16:40:00.000-04:00People who leave Massachusetts are sissys. If you...People who leave Massachusetts are sissys. If you can't take the pressure, then get out of the rotary. If you can.<BR/><BR/>I am reminded of a favorite line from the Chevy Chase "Europen Vacation" film when his bored teenager complains during a car trip through England. Chevy Chase, trying to impress him says something like, "Look at that! The English countryside!" And the boy say something like, "Big deal. It looks like Massachusetts."Jacqueline T. Lynchhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11047941886908178350noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14474631.post-76483258114914236832007-08-31T12:34:00.000-04:002007-08-31T12:34:00.000-04:00Well, speak for yourself, but on a day in the four...Well, speak for yourself, but on a day in the fourth winter in Back Bay -- after it had snowed, melted, snowed and refrozen over -- I found myself on my knees at the curb chipping my car's tires out of the gutter with an ice-pick. Twas then I knew I would be gone by the following winter... which I was and I hath never looked back, lest I -- like Lot's wife -- be turned into a frozen lobster.vanderleunhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10296245324443413545noreply@blogger.com