First, I have to say that I've always suspected that in another life, I was a New Englander. Although I was born in Los Angeles (the REAL Los Angeles, not the Valley or the Beach), most people who meet me assume I'm from "back East" somewhere. I hate it when the temperature gets higher than 68, and I think palm trees belong in those little turtle "acquariams." Anyway, I thought you real New Englanders might appreciate this story about Vermont told by David Mamet (who lives in Vermont, but recognizes that he is no Vermonter): "There's the old joke about a fellow from down country. Comes to Vermont and his kids are born there, and he says to the people at the country store, 'Well, I know I'm not a Vermonter but at least my kids are Vermonters.' One guy says, 'Your kids ain't Vermonters.' The guy says, 'Well, they were born here.' And the other guys says, 'Well, if your cat crawled into the oven and had kittens, you wouldn't call them muffins, would you?'"