I didn’t see Homer Simpson anywhere in sight. Or is that Springfield. Yeah, I don’t think she wants to live with that. Then again, she may be type that can live with it and be at peace knowing she may have just saved her husband’s life. In any case, glad they are okay.
Like the “stans” in southeastern Europe, there are a bunch of “fields” in NJ.
Once on a business trip I exited Rt. 22 and pulled into Springfield, NJ for a coffee. It was mid to late May, and everything was in bloom! The azaleas and dogwoods and everything else....I was slackjawed at the beauty. That was 40 years ago but it still stands out in my memory.