Easterners Playing Cowboy
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7/26/2020
Jackson, like so many other wealthy towns, is composed of the wealthy who made their money elsewhere and those who serve them. Those who serve are actually pretty nice here. Sadly, as you drive into town you'll no doubt see a Massachusetts license plate, then a New Jersey one, and you begin to realize that a small sliver of the I-95 corridor broke off, and ended up 2000 miles away in the middle of the country. And it's the wrong kind of Easterner. The ones who vacation on a pile of other Easterners to impress each other (see Martha's Vineyard). The kind who value being in the right place with the right people, in the right social pecking order, over actually having a good time, as they're too tightly wound, thin skinned and self conscious. If you want to buy Western art there's no better place. If you want to have a better time, go to Sun Valley. The "Elk Preserve" is the biggest let down. It's just an open space created to keep out development that's been poorly window dressed as a "preserve."
Jack | Santa Rosa, CA