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New England. Home to burley, straight forward folks in pea coats and sailing caps who say things like, �I pawked the caw in the garawge.� And, if you want to stay
in a fine bed and breakfast, this is the place. So, after I unpacked my bags in my quant little hotel,I was on the road in search of Continental America.
There�s nothing like driving through New England in the fall. The leaves are all a glow with brilliant reds and yellows and oranges, shining in the morning sun. Unfortunately for me, it was deep winter and everything was dead. Not quite the same impact but none the less, my eagerness was not dampened.
I stopped at an adorable little village, quant and aged with cobblestone streets and wooden homes, taking me back to the noble revolutionary days when America tore herself from tax happy England and mad King George. And, look how far we�ve come�a 50% tax rate and another George at the helm. Inspiring, isn�t it?
I found myself to be a bit peckish and decided to partake in the local eateries.
Knowing what this part of country was famous for, food wise,it didn�t take me long to order up. Yeh, that�s good chow!
Finally, a little boat ride on some old revolutionary ship (I think they just keep it around because they don't want to put the money into a new one). By the way, did you know there�s an ocean on this side of the country? I thought only California had one. Who knew.
Well, after I picked up a relatively clean sailor at one of the local docks, I was on my way to Washington D.C. relishing my time in historic and much too chilly New England. I�ll be back one day and always remember what Elvis' blue suede shoes used to say, �Don�t tread on me!�