Yes, well I'm from Connecticut which, if you aren't familiar with it, is a place where everyboy belongs to a country club almost entirely composed of members of a single religion, where collars are worn in the unfolded position, where 'courting' replaces 'dating,' and holding hands replaces kissing; where teenagers drive audis and acuras and mercedes and lexuses home from school, doubling the speed-limit just so they can ride sooner in the back seat of their parents' jaguars on the way out to a fine restaurant; and where the age of consent is in conjunction with prostate failure and menopause.
From the desk of Mr. S.S. Jibber