Walking in downtown, you ask someone what time it is and the person grumbles an answer without looking up. You trip and someone snorts. You try to strike up a conversation in line at the grocery store and receive stares of horror from the other patrons, as if you have poop on your face. Living on the East…
Oh, New Hampshire, why have you forsaken me? All I want to do is love you and be happy in your confines, yet this year you seem to have it out for me. Thrice this year I’ve visited and thrice you chuckle while slapping me with gloomy, rainy weather. Aw fine, I can’t stay mad…
A destination that compels visitors to return again and again is a rare treasure. For me, those places tend to be big cities like New York or Paris that offer miles and miles of seemingly endless exploration. You can imagine my surprise then, when Portsmouth, New Hampshire weaseled its way onto my “must go again” list.…
Slices of Py 