This is the land of high taxes and even higher blood pressure, where "hospitality" is getting told to move your car while being called a four-letter word. It’s a delightful hellscape paved with crumbling asphalt and discarded lottery tickets. From the New Jersey turnpike "scents" to the Maine lobstermen who would rather die than give a tourist directions, the vibe is strictly "get out of my way." Here, the coffee is iced even in a blizzard, the sports fans are one loss away from a riot, and "having a personality" is just code for being an unprovoked jerk to anyone from south of the Mason-Dixon line.