I'm not a city person. I'm a country hick.
There are no hicks in America any more.
Anyway, not the Carters of Georgia. The family seemed just as much at home on the sooty sidewalks of New York as on the red clay of Plains. They attended plays and parties, shopped at Bonwit's and Bergdorf's, held a family dinner at Mamma Leone's, munched pastrami and corned beef at a delicatessen, rode the Staten Island ferry and the Circle Line around Manhattan and artfully revealed and concealed themselves as the press and...