One thing I can say about the Upper Valley. There is more than a bit of “local color” here. There is a distinctive and drolly humorous demeanor to some of the folks up here, even if they lack the full complement of teeth. Think Red Green, with a Vermont accent. While I was buying some windshield wipers today, and shooting the breeze with a former Marine at the counter, a heavy-set older fella strolled up to the counter next to me. The other guy behind the counter walks over to help him, and the following conversation took place:
“Can I help ya?”
“Yessir, I come by to pick up a tranny core you said was in.”
“Oh yeah, I seen the note that said Dave Perry was gonna come fetch it. It’s out in the bay.”
“Well, then, that one ain’t mine.”
“No?”
“Nope. See, I ain’t Dave Perry.”
“Are ya sure?”
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