These days, the New Englanders are trying to relax. You need a break sometimes, right? No more grass to mow, the leaves are raked, the Red Sox season is over, no snow yet. What’s a New Englander to do? So they sit with friends, stiff-backed on bar stools, yucking it up. When something is really funny, the New Englanders aren’t afraid to say so: “That’s funny,” they say, sipping their craft beer, “That sure is funny.”
Nov. 14, 2013
One of 30 poems in 30 days