“Where are you from?” the guy manning the “Road Closed” sign asks me.
The usual impulse behind this question involves me being pretty open and friendly in a conversation, which must mean I’m not from New York, Brooklyn, or the east coast - and I’m not, but I like to flex my bona fides: “Well I’ve been here almost thirty years, but I grew up in Arizona. What about you
“I’m from Connecticut,” he says sheepishly.
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