Some years ago some buddies and I were reconoitering
for a really long flight passing through the Wurtsboro area.
I kinda forgot the map and kinda wasn't watching what time
it was (just follow the ridge, then turn around, but shoulda
turned around sooner). Bummer, its dark and the wind
stopped, made a nice landing on a gorgeous golf course,
and taxied off to the edge by some condos. Hadn't even
got out of the cockpit when I'm approached by a couple
toting their wine glasses and horse douvers.

"Hi !" they say.
"Hi ! Where am I ?" sez me.
"New Joisey" sez they.
"New Jersey ?!!" I exclaim.
"Whazza madda, youze got sompin against New Joisey !" exclaims the
large man menacingly !
"Why no, some of my best friends are from New Jersey ! But, I kinda
thought I was in a different state"...
And all was well and I got treated to nice wine and hourse douvers and
was in the bag by the time my crew arrived and took half an hour to
convince the gate-keeper to let him in...

See ya, Dave