Or, really, for any place that anyone chooses to live.
Like every other good American, Jess and I started the wonderful saga of The Wonder Years tonight, because Netflix began streaming it this week.
At the end of the pilot episode is the following quote, and it articulates the dim thought that always occurs to me whenever someone bags on the place I've spent my childhood and, well, my whole life. They nailed it. How could you not pick up this show after this episode?:
"...Whenever some blowhard starts talking about the anonymity of the suburbs or the mindlessness of the TV generation, because we know that inside each one of those identical boxes, with its Dodge parked out front and its white bread on the table and its TV set glowing blue in the falling dusk, there were people with stories, there were families bound together in the pain and the struggle of love, there where moments that made us cry with laughter, and there were moments, like that one, of sorrow and wonder."