Strange thing, but some parts of Massachusetts are a lot like New Hampshire. I know. I’ve been to those little towns in the west. Villages, just like some of ours. Linda grew up in Dunstable and recalls Pop, the fire chief. When her dad would see Pop on the road, he’d say: “There goes Pop, checking to see if the fire’s big enough to take the fire truck out.”
Which reminds me of a story out of Moultonborough. When Jo moved to town she wanted to tred carefully, not break any of the strange country laws. She had a pile of brush to burn. Before setting a match to it, she called the fire chief to ask about the rules. “The rules?”
“Yes,” she said, “are there any special rules about burning brush?”
“Well,” he said, “not really. But we’d appreciate it if you’d wait until after 6 in the evening. All the volunteers work out of town and if your house caught fire, there woudn’t be anybody around to cover.”
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