If you’ve never seen New England blanketed with two feet of snow, you have missed out on one of life’s glories. The already picturesque towns and even the cities take on a Christmas card/gingerbread village look that, combined with the crisp coolness and fresh air, way surpasses the two-dimensional Currier and Ives.
And when the snow is actually falling, even the dirtiest urban industrial zones take on an expectant silence, where all the brown and gray crusty crud piles from former storms get coated with fresh white blanket and the streets and sidewalks become pristine self-cleaned carpets. Your nose tickles. Everyone seems happier.
Read the whole thing. Nice pictures, too.
When I was up there, we were only visited by one canvasser — a Ron Paul guy. He really shouldn’t have been there — my Mom lives in an apartment building where you have to be buzzed in.
But the political TV ads and yard signs were out in full force, and politics was very much in the cold new Hampshire air. Many candidates and their ralies were within 15 to 20 minutes drive, even though it was Christmastime. Hillary and Chelsea bought Christmas presents on Main Street of my hometown.
It’s not like it used to be though. The candidates rarely go door-to-door themselves nowadays. But it is still retail politics at its core. A shame the rest of the country can’t experience it.