The temperature had been dropping about ten degrees an hour and the wind had begun to pick up as I stepped onto the back porch. The Maglight helped negotiate the icy path to the barn and the Jeep started right up. It’s a short drive to the Tuesday evening meeting but four-wheel drive doesn’t seem like a luxury in Dublin, NH in early February. I’m lucky to have a car, house, job, etc., I know that. What people did, how they survived, up here in late eighteenth and early...
