I grew up in a middle class town in Northern New Jersey. It was fairly large – about 30,000 residents – and bordered a mid-sized city in an adjoining county that had a population of 150,000.
The suburb and city were separated by a river about 200 yards wide. The river had swift currents and there were rumors that its whirlpools had swallowed several curious children who foolishly ventured into its waters.
In many ways, that river was a metaphor for the tension that existed between the residents of these two neighboring municipalities. There’s bound to be some friction where a metropolis meets suburbia. In this case, it was the stories of historic confrontations that filled the hallways of the local elementary schools.
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