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New Jersey April 13, 2016

Posted by indigobunting in Uncategorized.

I was born there.

But I only stayed a year(ish).

Later, from Maryland, my family would visit dear friends there: my lifelong pal Leyla (of The Shirt) and her parents, whom we called aunt and uncle. Getting to New Jersey was important. We went often.

When I was a high school senior, my French class went to a spring dinner at a French restaurant. It was there that Tom, Eddie, and I hatched a plan to ditch the next day’s quiz and instead head to Princeton, a four-hour drive, to check out the campus (as Tom would be heading there in the fall) and, for me, to again see the town where I was born. It’s hard to imagine that I got away with this, but get away with it I did. It is one of my favorite high school memories.

My dear friend Sue moved to New Jersey soon after the birth of her first daughter, probably in 1989. I don’t want her to ever move, because I can get to her house without glancing at a map: Left out of my driveway, left on Egg Street, left on 22, right on 29, left and right to get on 87, which turns into 287, take exit XX, at the light turn away from L— P—, right on V—, left on V—, left on V—, and she’s on the left. It’s practically a straight shot.

Some parts of New Jersey are very pretty. Sue was once followed by a bear in the woods near her house. Luckily, she got back to civilization before the bear did anything crazy.

Some parts of New Jersey are not pretty. Not even a little. Like anywhere, I guess.

Some of my best friends are from New Jersey.* A lot of people from New Jersey end up here, in Vermont.

Been there?: Yes


*Do you know that John Gorka song, “I’m from New Jersey”? Check it out.



1. Mali - April 19, 2016

We stayed at Cape May, NJ, in a lovely B&B run by a couple of guys. They were appalled when we told them at breakfast the next morning we might try to go to Atlantic City.

Moral of the story: Always listen to the gay guys running the B&B.

indigobunting - April 20, 2016

Ha! I’ve never been to either place, but I’ve always wanted to go to Cape May—not only for its beach and Victorians, but because at certain times of year, it’s a birding hot spot.

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