You readers know the drill by now: The state of New Hampshire demands seven uninterrupted days following its primary election in which other states may not hold elections of their own. So as a result, Nevada leaders capitulated and moved our caucus back to Feb. 4, when we’ll be lucky to have two viable candidates from which to choose.
But, to honor New Hampshire and its prickly and uncompromising secretary of state, Bill Gardner, I’ve been offering a daily homily upon which to meditate for these past few days, to ensure the holy days of reflection don’t go to waste. And, to be perfectly frank, it hasn’t been easy, since former Massachusetts Gov. Mitt Romney wrapped up the New Hampshire primary easily and predictably.
As a result today’s thought was going to be New Hampshire kind of looks like one of those foam No. 1 fingers they sell at sporting events. Because, you know, it kind of does (see map image below).
But instead, I think today’s thought should instead be this: New Hampshire is not known for its cheese. That’s either Wisconsin or Vermont.
I know whereof I speak: My grandparents lived in a small town outside of Hartford, Conn., called Glastonbury. And when our family came to visit, we’d take road trips to acquire various foods, from lobsters to cheese. And my grandfather was of the firm opinion that the best cheese could be found in Vermont. I can’t quite remember if we ever went to New Hampshire for anything, now that I think about it.
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That is probably because you did not mention skiing.
Great ski resorts in NH.
Another thing from Vermont is Maple Syrup. Not the crap they want us to think table syrup is, I am talking about the real stuff tapped from trees in the winter and boiled down.
No matter what your stance on PERS, we should all agree that records ought to be public.
Every once in a while you surprise and annoy your readers Steve. Good for you, hope you get that thick hide a journalist needs.