There's Only One Sayreville?

Here's today's challenge, the first of an ongoing series, and it involves a town which, for all the years I've lived in Jersey never ever seems to attract kindly disposed or even halfway appreciative comments.

It's Sayreville, where Jon Bon Jovi hails from. But really, what else distinguishes Sayreville? As one approaches it heading south on the GSP. for example, all one can make out is that "lake" on the west side of the road. And that "lake" has always fascinated me with its otherworldly color. It's akin to the postcards well-meaning friends send you from this Carbibbean isle or that, a vivid blue that is best viewed on either a clear, cold winter's day or a blazing hot summer afternoon.. But friends with first-hand experience in Sayreville's industries and/or with college-level chemistry have also assured me that this "lake" actually cannot support anything resembling life. Perhaps, one suggested, there are some very tiny mutant fish in there. But certainly nothing else and nothing edible even by the most ravenous of seagulls.

(Which reminds me of what used to be called "Swan Lake" in East Rutherford, a pond which was fed by the two businesses immediately down the hill from it,  Royce Chemical Co., which made among other things "Royox" household cleaner, and Standard Bleachery , which was actually a piece and dye works for fabrics. Both apparently emptied their waste products into Swan Lake. And, even though Swan Lake was regularly rented out for picnics, though not for swimming,  eventually things got so bad there that the namesake swans began suffering agonizingly and obviously, to the point where their young were clearly, well, mutations of a sort. I remember one carcass on the shore which was in fact a two-headed swan. Eventually, Swan Lake was filled in and condos were built on the spot. No matter how focused the pre-construction clean-up efforts may have been, however, the very thought of such construction still gives me a shudder. And this occurred in a town which already for some decades had sheltered a manufacturer of asbestos products, where next-door Rutherford once heartbreakingly reported a spike in juvenile cancer occurrences in a neighborhood right across the railroad tracks from the abestos plant. For so long, as well, the surgical syringes produced in East Rutherford by the Becton-Dickinson Co., were in fact the preferred works of NY metro area junkies, as even a brief eye scan of Times Square-area garbage cans always used to regularly indicate.)

Oh, and there's also, hard by the GSP exit for Sayreville, an evangelical Christian "mega-church." One so large that you could actually stash a properly stocked ark inside it. But that's about it for the town's high points, so far as I know.

So go ahead, see if you can find something admirable about Sayreville to note here. If you do, I'll happily post your response. Because all my life, I have yet to come across ANYONE who has anything good to say about Sayreville.  It seems to be a "Jersey joke" in and of itself. There are many seemingly hopelessly mingy towns indeed in Jersey  -  Lodi comes right to mind in Bergen County, for example, but in its favor it's also the home town of rock's Glen Danzig, he of the Satan-loving bellow  and "The Misfits" fame -  but perhaps only one Sayreville. Please do try and prove me wrong.