It's just better there. They sounded like New Englanders. I described Vermont winters, frozen pipes, cars that wouldn't start, cabin fever. I talked about the Puritan legacy, the sense that all pleasure must be paid for, the self-righteousness of those who felt themselves chosen by God, or at least by Harvard and Yale. After twenty years, however, i had become more of a New Englander than I realized.
Cedar shingles and clapboard.
He shook his head gloomily. I'm the one who's gonna die. It says your animal isn't wanted by the police. Dog bites someone and gets put in a kennel before the police come after it. But he's a cat.