October 14, 2013
Breaking Camp: Life in Black and White
Now that we are moving from Pound Ridge, I'm starting to see the town in black and white.
This is our Town House. We do not call it "town hall" because it is more like a house, not a hall.
We go here to vote, sign up for the pool, pay our taxes, schmooze with friends, and during Hurricane Sandy, it was ground zero for water, food, warmth, cell charging, company and even cots to sleep on for those too freezing and weary to go home.
The Town House is one of the crazillion things I love about Pound Ridge.