Let me guess, on Rte 2, between Marshfield and Plainfield, there is a bridge as part of the driveway? The ability to carry freely is part of why I'm not moving unless that taxes go insane.

I don't know I've told this story here or not, so here goes....

I go to ren faires. I'm in full dress, including my sword, a couple knives, and my quarterstaff. Across from the parking lot is a bank. While the rest of my crew is suiting up and arriving, I decide that even though I've got the promisary writs of Master Card and Lady Visa, I should have some more coin of the realm. I go across the street to the bank across the way, in search of the Deamon Ah-te-em to ask a favor of it. With said staff, sword and knives still on me.

Oops. Not one of my wisest actions ever. That ranks right up there with almost getting stepped on by a percheron. (They make a clydsdale look like a morgan with fuzzy socks on.) Which was the same day.