The inventor of the Ethernet is tooling around in his aging Volvo through the undulating hillsides outside Camden, Maine. The countryside is postcard pretty — a glittering harbor ringed by verdant woods. It's the middle of summer, and Bob Met-calfe expresses some exasperation with the crowds that flock to the brief New Eng- land warmth: the day-trippers, second-home couples, and the aging "snowbirds" who return to Florida when the chill settles too deeply into their bones. "Camden is deserted in the winter," Metcalfe sighs wistfully. "I love having no people here."
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