Well, what confuses me is a particular comment the evil twin made.
Now, I haven't been on the ground anywhere in Connecticut since the first few years of the Reagan-Bush prosperity, say, the early 1980s, although I'm pretty sure I flew over Connecticut every time I went to Boston every other year the next twelve years.
What's with this "way out in the middle of nowhere" thing?
How is it possible to be out in the middle of nowhere in Connecticut?
Connecticut's a pretty small state; dutch508's county here in Nebraska, population 6,000, is larger than the whole of Connecticut, and dutch508's cattle barony alone is probably at least a quarter the size of that state.
Where is "the middle of nowhere" in Connecticut? Connecticut's a pretty crowded state, and as I recall it, one couldn't turn around without bumping into someone or somewhere.