Jack

And that gets everybody interested in moving here and the money comes in here and then we can no longer afford to live there.

I imagine it's up north of Poughkeepsie, up by the Roosevelt Mansion and that area.

Yeah.

By the CIA, the Culinary Institute.

Yeah, that sounds right.

I'm pretty sure.

Okay, so you have a stealing story.

I'm going to call this the greatest beer run ever.

My buddy, we'll call him Mac, got into all kinds of nonsense in high school and never got caught.

and had this charmed existence of doing all kinds of after hours madness, sneaking around, breaking into places, never really doing anything bad, but just getting into some adventures and driving around until we got lost and finding our way back kind of thing.

This takes place in North Jersey, where we grew up.

It was the summer of 92 or 93, just graduated or about to graduate high school.

We were both waiting tables at night at different restaurants.

And during the day, we were

working as sort of the gatekeeper, batch checker guys

this private swim lake.

Families could come.

It's a lake on the beach with slides and tennis courts, and there's a YMCA camp.

But we were the kids at the gate, like, hey, what's up?

Cards would drive up.