knew where we really were. we were almost home. i took a walk through this beautiful world felt the cool rain on my shoulder found something good in this beautiful world i felt the rain getting colder sha, la, la, la, la, la sha, la, la, la, la, la sha, la, la, la, la, la sha, la, la, la, la anthony: oh, enchanted land of my childhood. a cultural petri-dish, from which regularly issues forth greatness. new jersey, in case you didn t know it, has got beaches, beautiful beaches, and they re not all crawling with roid-raging trolls with reality shows. i grew up summering on those beaches, and they are awesome. jersey s got farmland. beautiful bedroom communities where that woman from real housewives who looks like doctor zaius does not live, nor anyone like her. even the refineries. the endless clover leaves of turnpikes and expressways twisting in unknowable patterns over the wetlands are, to me, somehow, beautiful. to know jersey is to lov
anthony: wintergreen i remember. chris: licorice sounds good. anthony: ooh, peppermints, i d keep these in the car. chris: it looks like cookies and cream. does it melt? anthony: whoa, it s a lot of taffy. chris: yeah. anthony: this stuff isn t fattening, by the way, so eat as much as you want. chris: is it gluten free? anthony: it s all-natural. chris: that s what i thought. anthony: atlantic city will never die. good is indeed good forever. and atlantic city will be great again. asbury park, camden, all of my home state.