Ye Little Towne Upstate
When I retire, I’m pondering a move to the town of Upstate New York. First, I have to find this town, which I know is north of New York City (and is therefore “upstate”). That rules out Long Island and, maybe, Westchester County, but not Dutchess County, which is a little north of Westchester. Yes, I know, Dutchess County is south of most of New York State, and yet it’s nevertheless upstate for people who live south of it. People in Brooklyn for example. So I’m thinking this is quite possibly where Upstate New York is located.
Hopefully, by the time I retire in the year 2100 or so, the authorities will have found the crazed murderers who made a daring escape just this week from “a prison in Upstate New York”, according to NPR (no further details were offered, including where one might find this “upstate” prison.) I wanted to alert my friends and relatives living in Syracuse, Buffalo, Oneonta, Remsen, Cazenovia, Geneva, and just about every town in between to watch out for a couple of maniacs on the loose, but I had yet to pinpoint Upstate New York. So I checked Google Maps.
It turns out “Upstate” is an oyster bar in New York! Someone really needs to inform The New Yorker magazine of this, which has a story in the current issue that begins with an anecdote about “a couple from upstate New York” who, it is implied, no longer live in New York City (so how can they be from an oyster bar that’s in Manhattan?)
Time to admit it: my knowledge of my home state’s geography is woefully lacking. Best to sign up for adult education class focusing on all things upstate.