Finding a kindred sports spirit
A few weeks ago I spent a heavenly weekend in New Jersey. (While that might sound oxymoronic to some, I assure you there are areas in Jersey that prove the "Garden State" moniker true, i.e. there was nary a fist-pump nor Guido in sight.)
My aunt and uncle's farm in Pottersville is the perfect place to escape alarm clocks and deadlines and check back in with life as it used to be. I don't think I saw a television set all weekend and the laptop tucked away in my bag, untouched, ...
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