many of you know, I grew up in New Jersey. Not just any town but
Belleville (Wiki it. Scroll down to Notable Residents. Yes, it's a one of kind place).
And, recently, I'm
amazed at how amazed people are by my home state.
Did it begin with
the Sopranos? Who knows but the fascination continues with ~
what's the big deal? Doesn't the rest of the country:
- Have at least four courses on holidays, starting with an
antipasto of prosciutto, salami, olives and wet mozzarella,
which is pronounced 'mootzadell' (and when I hear it pronounced the way
it's spelled, I actually have a gag reflex.)
- Make their own sauce and call it 'gravy' and refer to pasta as 'macaroni.'
- Know that everyone looks better with a tan.
Apparently not. Apparently, so I'm told, some people buy 'sauce' that comes in a JAR.
Excuse me. I have to go to the bathroom and throw up.
Ok, I'm back.
Anyway, I am grateful ~
1/ That I grew up in New Jersey and know what it's really like.
That I left New Jersey
(for college in PA, law school in Boston, NYC
for work and now beautiful Chicago)
3/ But I can always go home.