I am constantly amazed by what goes on in small towns. I have driven all over New York City, New Jersey, and Northern Delaware in my '50, with noting but smiles, waves, and great courtesy. In fact, I was once cut off by a woman driving a modern car on The Belt Parkway in Brooklyn. When she soon realized that a 55 year old truck also has 55 year old brakes, she was waving sincere apologies to me.
You guys are all cool, but what gives with your neighbors, and your police forces?
