Monday, November 28, 2005
When I was in high school in Hopewell Township the only place to go that had anything to do was Princeton. Nassau Street. Bamberger's. The Playhouse. PJ's Pancakes. And Hulit's was the ONLY place to buy shoes. And the closest hospital to my bucolic homestead was the old Princeton Hospital. Well, I went to college in Lawrence Township, got married in Trenton, moved to Hamilton, and gave birth to my children in (the new) The Medical Center at Princeton. And here I am. I moved from Central to South Jersey. My orientation has changed from NYC to Philly (there is an invisible dividing line somewhere in the Pinelands that separates Giants fans from Eagles fans). And I spend one hour every week watching House on my TV hoping someday to bump into the man himself coming out of the hospital parking garage on Harrison Street! Heck I'd even get sick and go wait at the clinic!