"Greetings from sunny Seattle. Where women are gals, people are folks. You can't sit Indian-style but you can sit criss-cross applesauce...Boyfriends and girlfriends are partners, nobody swears but someone might occasionally drop the F-bomb. You're allowed to cough, but only into your elbow. And any request, reasonable or unreasonable, is met with no worries."
- Maria Semple, Where'd You Go, Bernadette?
