Onion Cap

There are some things you simply can’t choose.  It’s too late, you weren’t born that way, you haven’t the right genes, it flies in the face of physics, or your peek has passed.  It’s impossible, and not in the sense of the impossible dream.  Ain’t gonna happen.  No choice.

For instance, you can’t choose to be a Mainer. Nope.  No way.  If you are not already a Mainer, you can’t choose it.  By the same token, if you are a Mainer, you can’t not be one.

Mainers came here sometime before 1750, had children, whose children had children, who had children, and so forth, until it comes to you, if you are a Mainer.  You can move here from somewhere else, at which point you are considered from away, a back to the lander, a tourist, or a summah person.  But you ain’t never gonna be a Maineah.

You had to choose to be a Mainer before 1750.

And as they say in Maine, yah can’t get theah from heah.