Ever since our first experiment with AirBnB (where we snagged a New York City...
As a long-time New Yorker I’m probably among the least qualified to comment on the state of our State manners. After all, rude people generally don’t think they’re rude. And so it is with me and New Yorkers. I don’t find us particularly discourteous, but Friday’s bitchy rant got me thinking a bit more about the topic.
After spending the last three and a half years traveling around the U.S. we’ve come to at least one definitive conclusion: we New Yorkers get a bum wrap. For a long time, most of our lives actually, we assumed the stereotypes must be true. Everyone agreed, after all. New Yorkers are rude. A poll released this week, and The New York Post’s coverage of said poll, both confirmed it. But now, having meandered from coast to coast, from north to south, we’ve come to a different conclusion.
New Yorkers ain’t got nothing on some y’all.
Hint: it’s not just beautiful beaches.
True, the first image that comes to mind when you think about Hawaii is usually one of crashing surf, soft sand and shockingly blue water in every direction. But if such things were all Hawaii had to offer most of us could find perfectly serviceable alternatives closer to home.
Our original plans had us driving the R.V. to Alaska this summer, which would have essentially completed our westward migration across the U.S. But then we consulted a map.
“Holy crap, that’s far,” was my first reaction. “No freaking way,” was my second.