A bunch of little villages that share a license plate office. That’s New Jersey. A basket of uncoordinated planners, highways and business districts that run from strip mall ugly to breathtakingly rural with a smattering of really grotesque industrial strips. Welcome to the Garden State.
I was in Piscataway, a more or less normal ‘burb with no real center town, bisected by freeways and turnpikes. Turnpikes are just freeways with no on ramps. Folks just drive on from the right, for the sheer hell of it, simply because the center median is a honkin’ big concrete Jersey barrier that Sir Edmund Hilary couldn’t climb. Oh, and the limit is 65 mph even with houses not more than 20 feet from the turnpike.
Berkeley Heights, where the office is, is an over-planned suburban industrial community. Everything is deliberately planned, right down to the trees and shrubs. Jersey is also the international hq for companies like Dow Jones, Bristol Myers Squibb, IBM and so on. Houses are American-opulent and set back from the roads on tree lined roads.
The folks, just fine, nice people who have a mix of small town kind and friendly with a New York edge. Imagine a Minnesotan with a snotty attitude. There ya have it!
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