Our local rag has a 33-picture essay entitled “You Know You’re From Greenwich If …” Against my better judgement I started clicking through and with just a few exceptions – I don’t own a jet, and was thrown out of prep school before they could establish a rowing team – it’s close to spot on. Drinking in Port Chester at 15? Check. Shuffleboard at Bruce Park bar and Grill? Check, or at least I think so – usually stopped off there after Port Chester so who can really say? Look both ways when crossing the Avenue?Only occasionally now, but I did for years after it went one-way. Know Baba Booey (who is not from Greenwich)? We’ve emailed each other (he’s a reader!).
I do believe the jet ownership, the “popped collars”, whatever they are and a couple of other categories reflect “new” Greenwich, not “old”, and they left out, “had sex with Tina Pray” but it’s otherwise fairly complete and offers a harmless, fun little romp. Get out your seersucker and give it a try.