A cranky, cliquish, touristy little hamlet surrounded 360 degrees by angry toothless alcoholic drug-addicted welfare-supported red-state Vermonters living in rusted-out trailers and tar-paper shacks. The town itself is a haven for rich Connecticuts with liberal aspirations and a fondness for the worst dinner theatre company on the East Coast. If you like rubber deer meat and amateur-night reruns of the Fantastiks and glaring, hostile, menacing natives and hordes of ice cream cone eating overweight grey-haired nursing home bus tours and the highest property taxes in the United States, this is your dream!