Yes. I’m an East Coaster. That’s why I had to laugh early in the campaign where people would have fainting spells every time Trump uttered some profanity or another. To someone out here, that’s mild.
I worked at 39th and Third in Manhattan. There was a classic hardware store (my fetish) down the street run by two brothers. Bins full of hardware. Sliding ladders. Oh, that aroma!
You'd go in and ask for a hammer (or what ever). One brother would ask you what you need it for. "Hanging pictures on the wall". As one brother would lead you to the hammer you need, the other, who was eaves dropping, would start to argue with his brother why in the Hell he was suggesting this or that hammer. I used to go into the store to watch the two brothers.
The best part was they would put the key in the door every evening and go for dinner together as if nothing happened between them.