... to living close to a state line.
Oh, sure, our taxes are considerably lower than they would be if our house were situated but 3/4 of a mile to the west, and yet I can reach the center of a great city in less time than can most of those who live within city limits on its northside.
And I can buy wine on Sunday by going one small block past my usual blue-law-bound grocery store, and yet save perhaps 30 cents a gallon on the gasoline needed to make the drive.
But to live in the first place off the interstate where one can legally purchase fireworks on the Fourth of July, and to try to get to sleep so as to be bright-eyed for early Mass when the 4th falls on a Saturday and ones discipline about forgoing one last conversation, argument, joke or paragraph and hitting the sack early enough is questionable under the bast of circumstances?
Not so much....