I live in Delaware, at the beach. I love where I live, very liberal and tons of fantastic restaurants and bars. Great shopping. Decent beaches. If I have to live in Delaware, it has to be at the beach. I swear the farther west you go in this state, the more rebel flags/teabaggers/Jesus fish you see.
I’ve got relatives in Dover and went to visit a few times as a child during the 80’s. I’ve driven through a couple times since and stopped to get gas or something to eat.
Last time I was walking around in Delaware was to see Andrew Bird at the Grand in Wilmington last fall. So I not only walked around, I sat in one place and listened to some excellent music.
OK, now I have a hankering for some Grotto Pizza and some Thrashers Fries, topped off with some Dolle’s Salt Water Taffy. How soon can I go?
Never been there in any of the senses mentioned in NoClueboy’s thread.
Anyone ever wrassle at the duPont’s place?
No, but I was thrown out of Nemours once.
Many many times. Driving from Delaware County, PA (where I lived) to my wife’s home in Salem, NJ, the shortest route was through Delaware and the Memorial Bridge. Around 1960, my brother and I drove to a “gay nineties” ice cream bar, just over the PA/DE border where they gave all change in genuine silver dollars. They would be worth a fortune today had I saved them. I used to drive regularly from Philly to DC, mostly going through Delaware and a long causeway over the bay (this was before the bridge/tunnel). It is possible, and I did it a few times, to avoid DE by driving over top of the Conowingo dam (an interesting experience).
There’s also Old Swede’s Church.
I wasn’t born there, but moved to Wilmington at about two and spent the next 22 years there. Like Ms Boods, I’m a UD grad.
Fellow Delawarians:
Well, we live right off the C&D Canal near Port Penn, DE. We do most everything in Newark and/or Bear (Newark for food/eats and the Co Op. Almost in Bear daily for the YMCA and bigazz park) and, of course, hit Wilmington now and then.
Oh, that is what is stuck to my shoe! 
I miss the Co Op dreadfully. That and the Chinese Grocery. And I would kill for a slice of Margherita’s Pizza.
I used to work for the Grassdale Center (which is the Port Penn Museum’s storage facility and conference center) nestled under the big bridge there, but have been down to Port Penn Museum. My dad worked at Getty refinery for about 1,000 years. I can’t keep track of who it is these days. I look after my mom now in the house she and my dad bought in 1981 just off Rt 40 near Rt 896 – it was a deserted backwater when we moved here (and I was furious as a teen because I went to school in Wilmington, and suddenly all my friends were a long-distance call! My parents had to pay extra so that we could get a telephone number that was still part of the local Wilmington/Greater Newark area). Now it’s a jammed up, overgrown strip mall around here, bleah. 
MickNickMaggies – my partner* is coming over here in a couple weeks so we can get married, then I’ll be shifting to the UK for most of the year (but I’ll have stuff in storage in DE, and doing summer work back at the UD). One of my friends who is acting as a witness knows I’m not into frou frou or meringue dresses or any of that,** and asked, ‘Ok, so what do you want to do after the courthouse thing?’
So we’re going to Margaritas, then Bing’s Bakery for a little off-the-shelf cake. 
*The only reason I said yes to him of course is because he’s from Kent County, and lives about as far from Dover as I do…well, rather, the alternate universe Kent County and Dover in the olde countrie.
**The pageantry, morning coats and 13th century church will be on the other side of the Atlantic for him and his family. BUT nearby is a car rental place that specialises in rental/hired US Ford police interceptors that they will decorate in any livery you want…so I’m torn between the usual
or
God knows those staties pass me as if I were stood still on my commutes down Rte 1 to Dover in summers, and I tend to use the temperature as my guide to the speed limit.
Aw, yeah, Bing’s.
I think we have have proved the Delaware rule, though, that there’s so few of us that we all know each other. We’ve had pizza together at Margaritas.
I didn’t know you guys had a date. 'Grats!
Does a restaurant parking lot count? I have stopped for food while driving through. . .
No date yet; it’s just whenever. Thank God for Elkton, MD 
Ah, Elkton. Home of the nearest Waffle House.
Scotland, of course, is quite similar. Come with enough money and you can marry whatever you like. Provided one party has been there for a week.
Heh – the fine ladies at the Cecil Ct courthouse (again, Elkton) told me I could marry a live kangaroo for all they cared as long as he was over 18, had a valid ID, and wasn’t trying to stay in the country illegally.
I’d like to take him to Fort Delaware on Pea Patch Island, as I have fond memories running around on the island and playing in and around the fort and old prison cells with my close-in-age nephew while my brother-in-law sat under a tree and read a book (this was back in the 1970s), but you can’t just go over there anymore and roam at will, apparently. I could have done it if I were still contracted to DNREC, but it’s been awhile, and my contact at the State Park has long since moved away.
Unsupervised play in a Civil War-era fort was awesome.
By the way – anyone who is visiting the state and especially travelling through Dover, check out some of the little museums tucked away down there – the Johnson Victrola Museum is fantastic, and it’s got a whole room filled with Nippers!