Nutley

I'll check it out.

Let's go to Teddy and Nutley.

Teddy, how are you doing?

I'm doing great.

I'll check it out.

Let's go to Teddy and Nutley.

Teddy, how are you doing?

I'm doing great.

it's a great way to reduce food waste it's honestly very smart

In 1899, New Jersey apparently decided pie eating wasn't sophisticated enough, so the town of Nutley, New Jersey hosted a Welsh rarebit eating championship.

Do you know what rarebit is?

Um, isn't that like one of those like messy sandwiches with the gravy on it?

Every day we do Hip Hop Jeopardy, we hear from Jersey, you know, Elizabeth.

Nutley, you know, the Bronx, Queens, Brooklyn.

We're in Staten Island.

Come on, guys.

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John DeMars was a 30-year-old husband and father of two living in Nutley, New Jersey.

He worked in banking in Manhattan and made the same commute to and from work almost every day.

But on Friday, the 20th of December 1974, John left his office and never made it home.

So with that said, let's get started.

This story begins right at the end of 1974.

John DeMars was 30 years old and lived in Nutley, New Jersey, just outside New York City, with his wife Elaine and their two young sons, who were only two and one at the time.

John had been born in 1944 and, when he was younger, had served in the U.S. Army during the Vietnam War.

The roads are complicated.

And, you know, the fact that they, that these guys all wound up, you know, crammed in a room in Fairfield, Connecticut, a hotel room after the road trip with a sidebar visit to Rababa's fiance in Nutley, New Jersey, famous for Martha Stewart, was fascinating to me.

That was a fascinating thing that coughed up in the documents.

I thought that was just bizarre.

You're riding shotgun in my car.

The other two are following me.

Hey, let's go to Nutley, New Jersey before we go to Connecticut.

I got to say hi to my girlfriend.