A New York man took a run not long ago into Connecticut, to a town where
he had lived as a boy.
On his native heath he accosted a venerable old chap of some eighty
years, who proved to be the very person the Gothamite sought to answer
certain inquiries concerning the place. As the conversation proceeded
the New Yorker said:
"I suppose you have always lived around here?"
"No," said the old man, "I was born two good miles from here."