Around the Bend

Despite its proximity to where I've lived for 12 years, I've not spent much time in Connecticut. In turn, every concept I have about the state has basically been informed by the TV show "Who's the Boss?" Apparently, every house is large, colonial-esque, and has gray, white, and black trimming. There are nannies who have fled Brooklyn in order to give their children better lives and preppier clothes. Those nannies occasionally box, tap dance, and/or clean window curtains with a vaccuum cleaner. There are powerful advertising executives and saucy grandmothers. Crappy blue vans and items that have unintentionally rusted look out of place. Bowl haircuts are encouraged and appreciated. Somehow, it is always autumn.

Recently, I also fled my home in Brooklyn for a visit -- albeit brief -- to my neighboring state. And want to know the scary truth? That trip totally confirmed most, if not all, of the above. Here's the proof.

[Insert "Who's the boss NOW?"/T. Danza/"So do you think my next visit to Atlanta will be just like 'The Walking Dead'?" joke here.]