My home State of Rhode Island and Providence Plantations has provided much material for Legal Insurrection over the years, including the dispute as to the name itself.
Splitting the year between Ithaca and Rhode Island provided me with the distinction of having Patrick Kennedy and Maurice Hinchey as Congressmen for several years.
I’m reminded of the Seinfeld episode about the dentist who converted to Judaism for the jokes. Sometimes I felt that I lived in Rhode Island for the same reason.
But alas, it is no more.
If you’ve noticed I’ve been a little light around here lately. That’s because we sold our Rhode Island home, and went through the miserable process of trying to move from a house we had been in for 19 years.
As of noon today, we no longer were Rhode Islanders.
I always assumed that upon departure I’d give a scathing critique of the State and its intellectually and sometimes monetarily corrupt politicians. Maybe I’d even roll out the Victory Dance and light up the Fireworks.
But I can’t do that.
In truth, as much as I loved to lambast Rhode Island, it’s a great place despite the politicians. It’s one big small town, a place unique and special in so many ways. Living just a few blocks from Narragansett Bay in one direction and the Barrington river in another was wonderful, and it was a great place to raise kids.
Maintaining two houses almost six hours apart just became too much. With the kids scattered all over the country, it made no sense anymore.
Now we are full-time residents of Ithaca.
Please excuse me while I go cry into my organic fair-trade soy latte served in a compostable eco-friendly sustainable cup, a portion of the proceeds of which will go to help indigenous mountain farmers in Central America.