In 1876, Mark Twain, aka Samuel Clemons, gave a speech at the New England Society’s annual dinner about the weather in the Northeast, which if we are not a part of, then very close to.

“There is a sumptuous variety about the New England weather that compels the stranger’s admiration- and regret. The weather is always doing something there, always attending strictly to business, always getting up new designs and trying them on the people to see how they will go.