Jersey

New Jersey has a certain reputation.  Regrettably defined by tired New York comedians, the Sopranos, huge oil storage facilities along Route 95, the Parkway mantra "yeah, what exit," that abomination of a show "Jersey Shore," the list is tirelessly endless.

When my Sainted wife moved here in 1980, she feared the worst.  Except we are in the hills above all that tawdry stuff.  She once exclaimed that this was New Jersey's best kept secret - beautiful tree-lined streets, mansions, discreet behavior.  Heck, not more than a 20 minute drive, we are in fox-hunt horse country.

The trick is the keeping it on the down-low - can't have the hoi polloi discovering us.