This is the New Jersey that David Letterman cannot work into a quip. If one drives east from the Delaware River on an apple-crisp autumn afternoon, a landscape of cornfields, horse farms and wooded hills unrolls from the horizon. There is not a chemical factory or oil refinery in sight. Oh, oh, wait a minute. On the outskirts of Flemington, a picturesque village of Victorian homes and red-brick buildings, a sign proclaims, FACTORY LUGGAGE OUTLET -- BRAND NAMES AT BIG SAVINGS! Something decidedly unbucolic is going on out here.
The impression is confirmed a few moments later in the snarled traffic...