There is a place that I haven't hear the name in more than 40+ years. I grew up in Succasunna, but back then we affectionately called it ****-a-banana. On Wednesday mornings I go out to breakfast with some other old car guys, and one day, a local joined us at the table. He looked vaguely familiar, but neither of us could put a finger on it, until I asked where he originally was from. Turns out that he and I had played together when we were little kids. Back then, it was just an outpost to the big city... Morristown. I was back there just last year, and couldn't believe how the area has grown. When we lived there, it was just a bunch of bungalow colonies for New Yorkers to come to in the summer. Those were the hay days of Mount Freedom....
