New England Prior to this week, I had never been to New England. In fact, I would say that my geographic knowledge of the area was less than A+. I could maybe name all the states on the map (but likely not without), but I have no idea whether New Jersey in fact counts as part of New England. But I know that my geographic ignorance of the rest of the states is not localized to myself. If it did, I do not know what could have compelled a grown man to see us driving our RV down the tiny streets of a picturesque town in Vermont, hauling our 11-foot, 6-inch rig trailer behind us, and declare, “Texas plates. Yee-ha.” That he said it in the driest, most unimpressed voice I had ever heard, only added the perfect waspishness of the comment. But perhaps there was something mad about driving a travel trailer through this tiny valley town. It felt like we filled the entire space between the mountains awash with the first tinges of autumn color that rose up and hemmed us in on either si...
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