My parents lived in Vermont.
When they left, my dad swore he would never live in a communist state again.
It was beautiful land... though I only visited twice while they were up there.
Once when I was in the Corps, I came by train and my dad fell asleep so he wasn't there to pick me up. (Mom was at the Airport for my sister) They saw my Corps stuff and I couldn't pay for a beer if I tried.
With in 1 hour they had me pretty much fried.
So they may be communists, but nice communists.