Here is mine: Dear Vermont; I have loved you for a long time. For skiing back when I was a ski bum. For the beauty of your state. And for the last ten years for the great beer made in your state. I have put up with your attitudes to me, that condescending attitude of having to suffer my presence, your grudging endurance of having to take my money though you wish I would just go back home. The looks you give me when you hear I don't have the same accent as you have. I put up with it all for all these years because I truly love your beer. No more. You will be happy to know I am staying home and you won't have to put up with me any more. I am breaking up with you, Vermont. The local beer around here now is just as good. In fact, it has gotten even better. I can't tell you how nice it is to be on friendly terms with the makers and sellers of this beer, the gratitude I receive, the feeling I am a valued customer, not some alien interloper. I can't tell you how great it is now that I don't have to endure your attitudes, not to mention the long drive I had to make to get a cold shoulder from you while I dropped lots of NY money on you. I am breaking up with you, and I won't be back. I'm sure you won't miss my money. I'm sure I won't miss your attitudes. Goodbye Vermont, goodbye forever. How about you? Do you want to send a "Dear John" letter to some 'beer destination' now that you can get beer just as good from friendly folks at home? If so, what would your letter look like?