The only good thing to come out of Jericho (besides me, of course) is the Jericho cider mill, where really good pies are made. The school is in a swamp, next to a deserted horse farm, the ruins at the preserve are overgrown and unrecognizable, the people aren’t anything you haven’t seen before. The one other mildly interesting location is the pedestrian bridge, crossing the parkway, and connecting two neighborhoods. It is always very loud up there, like the sound of the inside of your ears multiplies by fifty.
