THIS is what I love about life in the woods:
- You’re playing bingo with your family.
- The phone rings. It’s your neighbor saying, “Come on out if you wanna join us for fireworks.”
- You throw on your coat, hat, and boots. Maybe your gloves.
- You walk down a snowy lane and stand in the road.
- Fireworks ensue, painting the snow.
- You walk back in the house—no traffic, no sweat—and resume bingo.
In the relocation tally, New Hampshire just scored five points in the bonus column.