Monday, February 28, 2011
I grew up in New Hampshire, aka the Granite State, famous for no sales or income tax, home of the nations first primary, maple syrup, and what used to be the Old Man of the Mountain. Every Fall my family would make the trek up to Franconia to see the Old Man.....as kids we were bored and fidgety during the 2 hour car ride, but we were usually rewarded with treats if we behaved. As an adult, and living in the Midwest, the image of the Old Man represents my youth and home to me. A few years back, the Old Man just fell off the mountain....many people actually mourned at the loss of the states iconic mascot. I'm not ashamed to say that I was one of them.