SEEING SOPRANO
I have arrived in New Jersey. I am nowhere near the shore or the countryside - I'm in an attic above a house inhabited by a woman named Barb. The Airbnb isn't rural at all, it's actually in the deep suburbs of West Orange. I recall Tony Soprano being from around the neighbourhood and am happy to find that I am a short twelve-minute Uber from the Soprano family home in Caldwell. Naturally, I drop by to pay my respects to the notorious Mr Soprano.
