6/19/26: HelLO Northern Hudson County, New Jersey!

Out in a hilly and highly populated New Jersey town, there is the most loyal reader in America for this website. My home page Stats function shows the cities where people have viewed these pages, and your town name indicates that you just keep showing up. Or maybe it’s all of your neighbors, and y’all are taking turns? Thank you! As Dr. Jordan Peterson says, That’s not nothing.

(In lieu of a genuine New Jersey picture, here is a home centerpiece. Orchid, delicata squash, tablecloth lacey bit, fancy chipped plate, and amber necklace sold separately. This was for a dinner party where nobody showed up, but at least a setting sunbeam came along.)

And, not to worry: the city name is all I know about you, or any of you. This is a very small potato blog with a tiny readership. Being noticed in any way by anybody anywhere is something to cherish. After a day at work, it’s a source of wonder to come home and log in to the city stats and think Oh look, this town is #1 again. Hello New Jersey!

By the way, The Garden State has a special place in childhood memory. Back on Long Island, Mom & Dad took car drives on Sundays. A very early recollection is going all the way out to some New York scenic overlook, maybe on the Hudson River, to a picnic place with mounted binoculars. You could drop in a dime and turn a crank and the binoculars would show you five minutes of the Jersey shore! While the little timer ticked we took turns with the viewfinder and exclaimed at how pretty it all was way over there.

New Jersey: a pay-per-view state! How special is that? I dreamed of going there one day with pockets full of dimes, enough to view all of the sights. Some day.

Dear New Jersey Reader: Thank you for keeping the light on out there. I’ll aspire to keep this light on here too.

Blessings, Mary

About maryangelis

Hello Readers! (= Здравствуйте, Читатели!) The writer lives in the Catholic and Orthodox faiths and the English and Russian languages, working in an archive by day and writing at night. Her walk in the world is normally one human being and one small detail after another. Then she goes home and types about it all until the soup is done.
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