I don’t think I’d ever heard of Bode Miller before this weekend, but I admit I am fascinated by the double shooting in Franconia, New Hampshire, where a cousin of Miller‘s killed a cop and then was killed himself.
I grew up in
I can think of at least two other reasons why
- Historically, this was not a great place to be. The soil is lousy and the winters are dreadful. Lots of people (my own ancestors among them) came up there in the 17rth/18th Century and found it wasn’t that easy to get out.
- But some did get out, and for those left behind, there was a powerful motivation to go negative. Read old farm newspapers from the 19th Century: they’re full of stories about former New Hampshirites who have crashed and burned in other places as if to say—see? They never should have left home.
[Anecdote: a few years ago, a famous economics textbook remarked that in
Another take it sounds like the cop/victim was a bit of business himself (the whole thing has the makings of at least a TV movie). It brought to mind another episode, after I’d left
A cop got shot in a mountain community down outside of
The boy went in there with his gun out, making a lot of noise, and somebody ambushed him (Tubby reasoned). What he should have done is drive to the clearing at the foot of the hill, and wait for someone to come down to meet him. Then he says: I need to talk to grandpa. There’ll be a palaver, but sooner or later, Grandpa will come down. The Sheriff will say: Grandpa, the boy’s got to come with me. There will be more palaver, but eventually, Grandpa will send the boy down. And nobody will get hurt.