I can remember, many years ago, buying a summer home in New Hampshire. The locals made no bones about the fact that we were a nuisance, but they loved the money we brought in. We were labeled Flat Landers. We used to rush up there from Boston every Friday evening, along with hoards of other people trying to get out of the heat of the city only to find we could not move all weekend, but we loved it. Then when we all left at Labor Day someone erected a huge bill board that read "Will the last person leaving New Hampshire, please turn out the light". We had our home for over 30 years and were always considered to be Flat Landers.
