In New Hampshire: Chewing on Granite

This has been a summer of some discontent in New Hampshire, and it is not hard to see why. The sun is shining, a gentle breeze is blowing from the west, and the temperature is 84°. The lake is not far away. Blissful, you may murmur, if the gentle breeze and the lapping of the lake let you get a murmur in edgewise. But the New Hampshireman is not at ease with bliss. He knows that there is a catch to it. Finding and cherishing catches is a matter with which he is entirely at...

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