A garage is a wonderful thing to have, especially in New England. The reason seems obvious: it snows a lot here, and without a garage you have to dig your car out regularly.
An attached garage is even better; whether it’s snowing or raining or sleeting or icy outside (or some combination of all four), you can keep warm and dry as you carry in your groceries.
Oh, how I’ve loved my attached garages! I appreciated them all the more because of the considerable time I’ve spent living in New England without a garage at all.
But I appear to be in the minority. It’s not that a lot of people don’t have garages here—they do. It’s just that they rarely use them for cars.
Oh, they use them, all right. They’re stuffed to the rafters with goods: lawnmowers and saws and lumber and bicycles and hockey skates and garbage cans and paint cans and old furniture and whatever it is that most people put in an attic or a basement or a toolshed. And this despite the fact that most people in New England actually have attics and basements and toolsheds.
But even the relatively empty garages seem to remain empty of their owners’ cars.
I think perhaps it’s a macho thing, a show of Yankee toughness: only wimps or people “from away” (is that redundant?) consider the garage to be the proper resting place for a car. The best analogy I can think of is to umbrellas in Seattle—have you ever seen a native using one, despite the constant damp dank dripping drizzle alternating with the drenching drowning deluges of the downpours?