I grew up in a small Vermont town that's been a tourist town for ages. It's also home to a Rockefeller resort & now Vermont's only national park. You can imagine how embarrassing our town drunk and resident homeless person, Vilas, was to the upper crust of town society. When I was small I once mistook him for Santa as he was shambling down our picturesque streets - I remember it vividly along with my mother's laughter. Vilas was a contrarian and a rebel. 1/2
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He had the New England accent often associated with Maine, though it's prevalent in New Hampshire and Vermont. He smelled bad, was always smoking, and rarely had clean clothes. When I was in my teens, he was known to buy alcohol for us if you slipped him enough to get some for himself. He was and still is a beloved legend. 2/2
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