As I've mentioned in previous posts, the majority of the people I bump into are transplants from another area of the country, which is how it happened that I was at lunch with a fellow New Englander (Katie) and a New Jersey girl (her friend Kristen- a short girl with brown hair and a kind smile). We decided to eat at the Nantucket Grille, which had a few paintings of the sea around, but was rather lacking in authentic decor (there was not a single buoy on the walls, lobster net, or cobweb on the walls).

The other girls had lobster bisque and clam cowder and declared both delicious. I was scandalized that 2 of the waiters had on powder blue UNC tee shirts (including our waiter). Katie mentioned that, despite his shirt, she didn't think he was southern, and we began to debate where his accent could be from. I suggested Rhode Island, and Kristen asked, incredulously, "Long Island!?" We had a good laugh at the thought as I explained "No way- I'm sure he's not. We would be able to tell". Well, my friends, you guessed it: he was, and we had a nice laugh at ourselves when we found out.