South Jersey, that is. I had occasion to go there this past weekend. I was warned that it was going to be like travelling to a foreign country, so I took some protection: my lawyer.
He had been there before, so he knew the customs and such. Good thing, because we left civilization as I know it far behind. My Sainted wife grew faint when reassuring roadside sights like Dunkin Donuts and Saks 5th Ave. disappeared. In their places, odd stores like "Wawa" appeared - what the heck was that?
There was one familiar thing: we were on the Garden State Parkway. Our destination was as much the old joke "Oh, yeah? What exit?" as it was a town. But this was not the Parkway I know and hate - there was hardly any traffic. Creepy.
Once we were off the Parkway, creepy doesn't begin to describe things. There were pine trees everywhere. And sand. Washed out roadside billboards. PICKUP TRUCKS.
Our obligation met, we beat a hasty retreat.
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