The farmer and the cowhand

We are not so very different, you and I

This weekend I spent a bit of time in small-town New Hampshire. Since whenever I go only to see my friends up there, I don’t get around or mix with the locals much. I guess I’m pretty much a classic blue-enclave elitist, though in fact my own childhood New England blue enclave was blue-collar, being an industrial town in the days when the New Deal was s…