Our new proofreader has taken to referring to me as “Jersey” in the office, and that is fine by me. And at most parties that I attend, there is always a Bon Jovi song played, with shouts of “Jersey, Jersey” and fingers pointing at me. Granted, I truly am a novelty with our wonderful friends, most of who are born and bred Ohioans, so my status as an East Coaster is distinctive.