New England, Old Haunts  Years ago, a father and son spent two
summers by the lake in New Hampshire. Now they're back for the
fall foliage and a near-vertical train ride that turns their
views of the state on end.  By Thomas Berger, Tuesday, Sep 23,
2008, 12:00 AM  When I was a kid in the 1970s, my family visited
our friends the Stewarts a couple of years in a row at their
house on Lake Winnipesaukee in New Hampshire. The lake was
paradise for a young boy—my days were filled with swimming,
sailing, and trips to the ice cream shop. My dad's most enduring
memory of those trips is not nearly as idyllic. He was standing
in the Stewarts' sailboat one summer when the boom came loose
and smacked him in the face, breaking his nose. The silver
lining: At least when we got home, the doctor didn't have to
break his nose again—it set straight on its own.  Thirty years
later, my dad, also named Tom, and I are revisiting some of our
favorite spots from those summers, including Lake
Winnipesaukee—although we definitely won'