From a recent Washington Post article on the eccentricities of my home state:

New Jersey stands for our flashier, coarser self, the self that lets its dark roots show and doesn't care. Think of New Jersey and think of girls shoving past each other in nightclubs. Think of roadside diners with Greco-Roman facades and mauve vinyl seats, their counters laden with heavy Danishes wrapped in plastic.

This weekend I'm heading to a Fourth of July BBQ/birthday party (for my friend Daffy's oldest son) and am giving Pam a tour of the old 'hood. I'll be bringing the digicam; don't worry.

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