In which a born-and-raised, dyed-in-the-wool Boston liberal (transplanted to New York) tries to make sense of the big old hulking electoral mess that is his home state right now. Whenever my dad, an American history professor at Boston College, mentions the big ancient bad that was Richard Nixon, he always smiles and says “Did I ever tell you that I had a bumper sticker that said ‘Don’t Blame Me, I’m from Massachusetts’?” And, yes, of course he has told me lots of times.
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What’s the Matter with Massachusetts?
