When I was in fourth grade, my class learned several songs about Utah to sing in an assembly celebrating the centennial of being granted statehood. For the most part, this was fine. But there were a few lines in the songs that I would not sing. I didn't make a fuss about it, and I doubt anybody noticed. But whenever everybody else sang, "You can go anywhere but there's none that compare," I would keep my mouth shut. The way I saw it, to sing those lines would be to agree with them, intimating that Utah was better than my native New Jersey. And I was not willing to be a party to such an assertion. In my mind, if either state was better, it was New Jersey.