oh, enchanted land of my childhood, a cultural petri dish from which regularly issues forth greatness. new jersey, in case you didn't know it, has got beaches, beautiful beaches, and they're not all crawling with roid raging trolls with reality shows. i grew up summering on those beaches, and they are awesome. jersey's got farmland, beautiful bedroom communities. where that woman from "real housewives" who looks like dr. zeyas does not live or anyone like her. even the refineries, the endless clover leaves of turnpikes and expressways twisting in unknowable patterns over the wetlands that are somehow beautiful. to know jersey is to love her. ft. lee, you may have heard of it. some of governor christie's