…they turned the town where I went to high school into the Wedding Dress capital of Central Coastal New Jersey. *And* memory-holed all the bookstores. It’s almost as if the town fathers had refused to encase the town in amber, the day after I graduated. If I still paid taxes in New Jersey, I’d inquire where my tax money was going to, anyway.
Thank God the pizza place is still here. As is the Irish pub, although I never came in here when I was in high school.