Yeah, really, I was born in Newark, and lived in Irvington for many years. Just passed through there a few days ago, enroute to sitting down with my Mom and other family members to give her The Talk. I’ve been to a lot of places where one had to watch their 6. (Try being a Yankee fan watching them kick the Tigers butts in the old Tiger Stadium in Detroit. Surrounded on all sides by VERY unhappy Tiger fans. Now THAT is scary.). Newark? Hah! Nothing to it.