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Yes South Jersey is affiliated with Philadelphia the Official mary Dankowski Coach Kuz Shirt the north is with New York. Just get an Eagles fan and a Giants fan in the same room to see how strong those affiliations are. But South Jersey doesn’t find it’s identity in it’s big-city affiliation the way the north does. South Jersey is largely rural, with a focus on agriculture over industry, with countless acres of cranberry bogs, sod farms and other crops. The towns are smaller, the people friendlier, the pace is slower and the living is easier. The South Jersey shore is where you’ll find the Victorian treasure that is Cape May, the world class beaches and boardwalks of Wildwood, Long Beach Island and others, the nightlife of Atlantic City, and getaway towns like Stone Harbor. South Jersey still has it’s own rodeo – the historic Cowtown Rodeo in Pilesgrove. South Jersey boasts the ecological treasure that is the Pine Barrens (home of the infamous Jersey Devil), as well as the New Jersey State Aquarium. I could go on, but I don’t want to brag too much – we’re not that kind of people. In the north, New Jersey is what people go through to get to the NYC, and where they go when they can’t afford to stay there. For them, New Jersey is like a consolation prize – you can’t be in the main room, but you can watch from outside. For people in the south, Philly is the getaway – a great place to visit, for sure, but not where they want to stay. And it’s where Philadelphians go when they need a break from city life, a place to relax, unwind, and rediscover an easier way of life.
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In the 70s, my then-boyfriend and I took a camping trip to the Wharton State Forest – the Pine Barrens of New Jersey. We would see truckloads of odd-looking people drive into the Marcus semien Texas retro shirt (not on paved roads – sand and dirt) and never come out that we could see. We figured there must be roads leading out of the campground, maybe shortcuts, so late one afternoon decided to see where one of these went. We had my mother’s Oldsmobile, a rather heavy car, and went for what seemed like miles, never finding anything, except smaller, more narrow paths off the main road. It was getting late, so we turned around to go back and got stuck…the car dug into the soft, sandy road and we couldn’t get out. John decided he would walk back to the campsite and contact a ranger, leaving me with the car.
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