Oh, sure, Chestertown.
I was not at RPI, I was born there! I went to school out at U of Rochester, NY-- 4 hours straight west, directly into the lake-effect snow zone. Fun fun!
I am a born and raised native of north Troy. My mother was from Niskayuna, and lived in Glens Falls for a time... I've been doing some genealogy and ancestors of mine settled in the Berne/Knox area (not far from Schenectady) as early as 1720. So... A local girl, am I. I went to Emma Willard School in Troy for high school. So I should be comfortable in "upscale" areas (it's a private girls' school), but oddly, I'm not. Even Westchester is too tony for me. I've really become at home in Buffalo lately and would love to relocate there, but there are no jobs. If I can work from home, then we only have to find one job-- but Dave spent nearly a year looking for a job as a software engineer out there, and found nothing. Hence the move to pseudo-posh NJ.
I spent some time up in Newcomb, so that trumps Chestertown as being upstate, but it also had no running water and no heat, so that was a long-weekends-only proposition. Beautiful country. Another place I'd love to relocate.
My small hometown is actually called Schaghticoke (don't get many results in Google, for that, but my people don't show up until the 4th one or so... The Great Schaghticoke Fair!) and is one of those places that is genuinely quaint, in that they don't know they're quaint and have no idea how to capitalize on it. Down here if towns are like that it's on purpose and is heavily moderated by the town's tourist board. Up there, the closest thing they have to a tourist board is my mom, the Town Historian, who makes exhibits for the county fair about the flax mills in Schaghticoke in the 1840s...
I dunno, can a high-powered telescope open all your bookmarks in tabs for you automatically when you start up? Or collate your entire music collection by any of 30 sorting criteria? (I only just figured out "by date added" so now I can listen to qwerty's neutral milk hotel mp3 cd in its entirety in the proper order without re-loading the CD.) Or sort your entire photograph collection out for you and make slideshows automatically? And does it wuv you?
My computer wuvs me.
I crack up every time I see the sign that says "Ho Ho Kus". "Mahwah" gives me the giggles too. But what would fill me with blind rage was late nights coming back from a 400 mile drive from Buffalo, and ending up in the netherworld of central NJ, lost in the maze of "The Oranges". Yes, New Jersey is so freaking dumb that they named an entire SERIES of towns "Orange". So, there's North Orange, Central Orange, South Orange, East Orange... and the highway signs merely refer to them as The Oranges. Come on. I would sooner eat a thumbtack sandwich than live in An Orange. ARGH.
It's bad enough that my current town is hyphenated and pretentious.