Snapshots From My Liberal Bubble

A large part of the allure of New England is its timelessness. The barns, the cedar shake, the rock walls, the colonial architecture. It's an unchanged, idealized, airbrushed snapshot of Americana to bask in while you eat your lobster roll and your blueberry (apple?) pie.

We're in Maine this week for the Thanksgiving holiday, 21st year running. We stayed three nights in Kennebunkport for a little R&R before the family gathering in Bangor. 

There are no awkward dinner conversations across party lines here. It's a retreat to our family bubble. And you know what? For a vacation, for this week, it's fantastic.