Trip to the Country

Every once in a blue moon, much to my parents chagrin, I make it back to the hamlet (seriously my town is so small it is considered to be a hamlet) where I grew up.

The Village Green still stands, albeit much smaller than it started, in the middle of town.

I can still give directions by referencing the 500 year old oak tree

(despite living there my entire life I have NO idea what any of the streets are named)

Swiped from the internet, but how AWESOME is this picture

When I go to the deli to get a BEC (bacon, egg and cheese) the guys and Denise ask how everyone in the family is ... I will probably run into a few townies who volunteer at the fire department with my father.  You know the usual small town kind of stuff.

"Downtown"

I have one or two short runs this week before the half on Saturday so I figured I would head down to the Sutton Clock Tower.  Truth be told I never knew it had an official name until this afternoon.  The clock was originally build for Mrs. Sutton who missed the ringing church bells of NYC.  The clock to this day still works and is looked after a group called the Clock Winders (again this is a small town and you cannot make stuff like this up).

Totally swiped this from a Google search too