I'm from Pennsylvania, so I was in New York a lot and my brother lives in New York.
I liked New England.
I grew up in the Boston suburbs and inherited a stubborn New England refusal to acknowledge frigid temperatures.
I went to college in Vermont, and then stayed in the East Coast.
Texas is generally 82 degrees year round. I always tell people you don't know cold until you have been to Boston.
Everywhere outside New York City is Bridgeport, Connecticut.
I'm born and raised in the Northeast. My parents are Irish immigrants. So our tendency is to shy away from the big yellow ball that comes up in the sky every once in a while.
I went to Harvard College, grew up in Boston, and went to high school in Boston.
Miami's never been more than a spit from New York.
I grew up in Connecticut, going in and out of New York City, and I worked in the city in the '90s. I was freelancing for the Associated Press, and I fell in love with New York.
I'm from all over the Northeast.
In New England, the pin oak thrives, its leaves tipping to a thorny point in a good-natured impression of its evergreen neighbor, the holly bush.
In Boston serpents whistle at the cold.
I sing Connecticut, her charms / Of rivers, orchards, blossoming ridges. / I sing her gardens, fences, farms, / Spiders and midges.
I always figured Metropolis was north of New York, actually. Between New York and Boston, in my mind.
