I have a friend who lives in northern Vermont. In true Vermont fashion, he has created a satisfying life for himself doing two creative, disparate things — playing music and making furniture.
He grew up in Westport, and graduated from Staples High School. Family members still live around town. But he doesn’t get down here much. Whenever he drives south on Interstate 91, he says, he sees a change in traffic, and senses a different sensibility, starting around Springfield, Mass.