Oh, and Piers, cookie==biscuit in Britspeak.
HAH! I was LONG gone by that point!
When I was born, the Kennedys were taking over up there. So when I was all of three weeks old, my family packed their few meager belongings, and on a dark and stormy night, swam the river and escaped south.
Only problem was, they stopped one state too soon (Maryland)