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I recently had to go to a meeting in Ocean City, Md. It was surreal: I, in business suits, everyone else in bikinis and surfboards. Lots of tattoos, American cars and stucco-covered beach hotels. Children named Caden and Jaden. A band blaring Jimmy Buffett. Many people had that deep orange tan, circa 1975.
After my conference, I decided to drive up the road to see the Delaware beaches, Bethany and Rehoboth. As I drove into Bethany Beach, suddenly I felt calm, comfortable, at home. Ahhh! Breezy people. Shops selling kites and frozen yogurt.
Then I looked closely at some of the cars and had a sudden realization: They were from Bethesda or overclass towns like it up the coast. They were from snoburbia.
I felt mildly disappointed in myself. My comfort zone has narrowed. I've lived in snoburbia too long...
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