I love this. I moved to SLC in the 80s from NH and meeting someone from the northern New England neck of the woods was a homecoming. We were always so happy to find each other in such strange land. Every time.

There was a small group of us, mostly from NH and sometimes one or two from ME, that used to have orphan thanksgiving with lobster as the main dish. We'd have them shipped in and, even after the trip, they were more active than those sad, mostly dead critters in the tank at Smiths. Yeah, there'd be turkey as a side dish, but it was about the homecoming so, lobster. Good times. Miss that place.