Gifford House is a queer and diverse part of a very special old New England town in the Province Lands tucked into what feels like the very end of the world. Every generation over the last nearly 200 years has left their mark here. She feels seaworthy, tested, tried and true.   She predates Harvey Milk’s era by a long shot and has been making her own waves — even as a safe heaven — since your grandfather’s grandfather.  There is something about the way the cedar shakes burn in the sun here and casually age along with all of us and the whiskey, if only it would last.