Stopped for a lobstah! roll near Portsmouth, NH, because it’s the law. A handsome clean cut young man is sharing lunch with his eighty-something Aunt. He’s peppering her with questions about family history. The interesting part to me is they are splitting the bill but New Englanders have been know to be fiscally conservative. Probably less unusual for a lunch in New England was this:

“Let’s see know Aunt Phyllis, we both had soup and our mains cost the same but you had four cocktails so you still owe me 20.”