Hardman: Massachusetts is My Home
When you are away from home, you realize how special Massachusetts really is.
Four days away and the truth is known. I am a homebody. Sometime I will get a tattoo of the Bay State, preferably a place where people can't see it. I'm writing this from the middle of Georgia in the woods somewhere. There's no commuter rail, and I would definitely kill for a large iced coffee, cream and sugar, from Dunkin’ Donuts. I need to hear the sound of the commuter rail, not birds in the middle of winter. The place here is beautiful, right on a lake, but it ain't home. I miss my wife big-time. (OK, that should be huge points for the husband of the year contest, where I'll probably be in last place when she sees all the laundry I'm bringing home.) The other day a nice woman from another part of the country asked me how I survive …
