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A hero at the end of the world by erin claiborne
A hero at the end of the world by erin claiborne











All of these people will be veritable founts of down-to-earth wisdom, generally dispensed using as many goofily inscrutable metaphors as possible ("Cold enough to freeze the skin off a beanpole!")Ĭome to think of it, fish is brain food, so maybe it all fits together after all. On the other side of the coin, we have the tough immigrant laborers, folksy down-home farmers, and of course the crusty flannel-wearing fishermen who give us the seafood we so crave. or just wants an excuse to film in and around Kennebunkport, Hyannis, or Martha's Vineyard. All this snootiness comes in very handy when a producer requires a Black Sheep. That family is famously Irish Catholic rather than WASP, and made their money in real estate, the stock market, and Prohibition-era bootlegging. note None of whom were named Kennedy, incidentally. Many of these are scions of the "Codfish Aristocracy" or "Boston Brahmins", uber-exclusive, old-money White Anglo-Saxon Protestant families who can trace their ancestry back to the Mayflower passenger list. On one side, we have the highbrow intellectuals who go to Ivy League universities, write books, dabble in philosophy and end up as magnificent eccentrics. In media, by contrast, New England gets Flanderized into. Home of Plymouth Rock, Walden Pond, Harvard, Yale, Dunkin' Donuts, Ben and Jerry's, the Red Sox, the Patriots, the Celtics, the Bruins.

a hero at the end of the world by erin claiborne a hero at the end of the world by erin claiborne

Ah, New England: Connecticut, Rhode Island, Massachusetts, Vermont, New Hampshire, and Maine.













A hero at the end of the world by erin claiborne