Relax? You want me to relax? Don’t you know I come from the hectic Northeast where life is a grind on a daily basis? I come from the Northeast where it’s crowded and cold and dark and windy and unforgiving. From the Northeast where you can never make a move, whether you’re driving, walking, jogging, shopping or anything else without someone being in your way and you being in theirs. From the Northeast where people think nothing of straight up ignoring you or flipping you off after they’ve run the red light. Relax? I’m from the Northeast AND I’m Italian! There will be no relaxing here. When I lived in the South, my friends took to calling me the Angry Yankee and my response was always; “I’m not angry, that’s just the way I talk!” From the Northeast where passion reigns supreme. From the Northeast where family, Dunkin Donuts and the Red Sox always come first, and not necessarily in that order. From the Northeast where your friends come through for you always. From the Northeast where at the end of the day, everyone is a tough cookie who knows how to survive the brutal winter, and anything else that comes our way. From the Northeast where when the chips are down, we rise up for each other. Just don’t cut us off in traffic.