Green Mountain Boys are up in Burlington, but I’d hesitate to assign the noise to a fighter jet; sonic booms aren’t typically allowed over populated areas.

Oh I hear ya. I used to work with a lady back in my restaurant days that would emphasize often that she was from Lynn. Which, was enough to get a bead on her personality. All to say, some people take pride in being from an environment where everyone treats each other like garbage because no one learned how to respect one another. I hate it and I always have. That said, I do think in some established contexts playful ribbing among friends and family is the normal way of interacting (which I hope you see my initial comment as just that)

I will say, I worked in NYC at one point and my first few experiences on my own needing help didn’t go too smoothly; seemed like there was a rule book somewhere that I was supposed to know about and should have glanced before coming. Even a simple question like “am I in the right place to…?” Gets an eye roll. Sink or swim. Which I don’t think would happen in Boston but I’m probably biased.

Reminds me of back when I went to Minnesota for a job interview, and later to work. The first night I’m at a bar getting a meal, I see several people shooting glances my way and experience tells me I’m in for it. Turns out they just wanted to talk to a new person. They said I didn’t have much of an accent. I probably do, but not like the movies. Any way, I later found out that the midwestern bubbly kindness was often a means of masking passive aggression and you learn what signs to look for. All to say I’ve met jerks all over, just different modes of expression.

I honestly haven’t been to Cannon, I looked at it more than a few times. I don’t have a lot of criteria for a hill, but to me it seemed a little more oriented towards skis than a board. Perhaps I’m wrong and I should give it a shot. Even if it were I always have a good time regardless. I wouldn’t say I’m new; actually just returning after a few years off, but I try pretty hard to not be Jerry.

Couple of things:

I’m from Massachusetts, but to me, I’m a New Englander and will go where I please. When I’m in nature, I’m “leave only footprints” when I’m on the mountain I abide by the code. And that’s me.

I don’t really like that it seems trendy now on social media to lean into the bad “Boston and its suburbs” stereotypes and those people can kick rocks.

I honestly was up there twice in the last few weeks and saw more CT plates than anything, and let’s be real, those are probably Manhattan/Westchester people descending on the upper New England like the locusts they are.

I go to the mountain when I have time and it’s almost always a weekday. But I look at the weather and research the conditions, I’m the type that thinks a bad day on the mountain beats a good day anywhere else and I’ll still enjoy the hell out of less than ideal conditions. But if I go on a rough day, that’s on me.

This is all coming from someone that will likely live in NH by the end of the decade and won’t be taking the Masshole with them if I can help it.

“I’m sorry honey, looks like our ski trip is canceled, I just read on the Internet that there’s a man that doesn’t like when we go to his favorite mountain. Better unpack the car and break the news to the kids.”

Elvios is the best Pizza in the Conway area.

I think my body got pretty used to the negative temps because I’m sweating now. I spent all of one hour in Tampa yesterday and 76° felt sweltering.

Looks like you’re a hop, skip, and a jump from California Burrito at least.

Actually now that you mention it, I did see him answering a text once and the violin was still going and I didn’t regret hanging onto my dollar.

I live in Burlington MA, so I go to the one there; no homeless drug addicts there at least. Occasionally busker though. He’s good at violin at least.

Market Basket, and I didn’t let the fact that my poor, sweet mother is a cashier at one bias my decision at all.