in the woods in the wooded area
and yet no one has seen fit to see how stupid a statement this is
Pet peeve, eh? Those things irk me, too. Like saying 5 am, in the morning. Still, the story is more important than this type of slip-up in the report of it. The messenger was maybe a bit rattled, but the message far outweighs that.
in the woods in the wooded area
and yet no one has seen fit to see how stupid a statement this is
Imagine houses everywhere. One town merged into another town into another town into another town. Middlesex county, IMMSM, has a population density of 10,000 per sq mile while Monmouth has slightly less. Hazlet is set in this delightful paradise.
Now within all the developments, next to a smelly Bay, resides Hazlet. Imagine cars on blocks. Children playing in the tall weeds of a neighbor's yard. Now imagine streets lined with overgrown "old trees planted decades ago. That's not the woods. On a few abandoned pieces of property, or on a green belt, or by a mandering brook/bog, grow some twigs, the twigs become brush, brush becomes saplings, saplings become trees mixed with poison ivy, brambles, briers, and saplings. Imagine the place intermixed with trash, debris, tires, and pathways crisscrossing. The whole area may cover less than 5 acres but the kindly townfolk call it wilda-ness, or da woodz.
This is considered the "woods" in Hazlet. The head was found deep in this maze of wooded wood-type woods, not to be confused with the bramble and twig-type woods with the scattered tires, and beer cans.