I moved from New York City to New Jersey in June, 1959. At that time, in NY, you left windows open to cool off in the summer. All that happened was that everything got a coating of gritty black dirt.

On my first night in New Jersey, I left a window open and dozed off. I was awakened by a loud buzzing sound. On the foot of my bed, there were two enormous mosquitoes perched.

"Should we eat him here, or bring him home?" asked the first one.

"We'd better eat him here, or the big boys will take him away." Replied the other!