Recently I went on a jaunt to Maine, which used to be a part of Massachusetts called “the Eastward.” I tend to think of Maine as north, rather than east, and as we journeyed through the little squib of coastal New Hampshire bound for the Maine Maritime Museum in Bath, I noted the appearance of snow clinging stubbornly to the ground.
I was hoping to solve…
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