The Long Way Home 5.26.23
About a year ago I wrote a column about overtourism and the fact that no one in positions that matter on the North Shore was paying the subject any attention. It actually got a lot of circulation on the Facebook webs and plenty of attention from the tourism supporters who think I’m a moron, mostly because I would not have moved here if not for tourism. That is so obviously true that it doesn’t require a response. I still don’t hear much talk of regulating tourism numbers, except about the wilderness area, but I won’t write about that today. Instead, I’ll tell a personal story. The bohunk and I have five grandchildren that we love and cherish. Our first and oldest granddaughter Abbey, who lives in Reno, NV, graduated high school three years ago at the height of the pandemic. Her commencement involved sitting in the car listening to the typical drivel of those ceremonies on the radio and then driving up to receive her diploma. Not as exciting as parading into the Met Center in Bloomingt...