This is like living in Stars Hollow Connecticut.
Pardon the Gilmore Girls reference, but last night it was all I could think about. My family was sitting on our Kingston Concert Seating (those portable fold able lawn chairs) on Market Square with about 500 other people watching Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid on the big screen.
The night was awesome. Hardly any breeze. Hot, but not horribly so. Great company. Great movie. Great scenery. The pub was just seconds away so we had something cool just before showtime. Oh yeah, and I dropped a few bucks at White Mountain too.
My radio station, Fly FM and Downtown Kingston were the ones who put this all together, and I'm totally impressed. The mix of people, young, old, in between, locals, tourists, even the folks who like to remind us how they "hate coming downtown for anything", were all there.
Even the lost, friendless, perhaps jobless folks who spend most of the night driving around in circles in their loud two and four wheeled vehicles added to the ambiance.
(Just a couple of quick notes here: 1) a sexed-up Neon complete with dubs, light sticks and a throaty roar is still a...stinkin' Neon and 2) the wing on the back of your front-wheel drive car only proves that your physics teacher was right in failing you)
Could you do anything like this anywhere else in the world? Maybe. But nowhere else can do it as well as we do in Kingston.
Pardon the Gilmore Girls reference, but last night it was all I could think about. My family was sitting on our Kingston Concert Seating (those portable fold able lawn chairs) on Market Square with about 500 other people watching Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid on the big screen.
The night was awesome. Hardly any breeze. Hot, but not horribly so. Great company. Great movie. Great scenery. The pub was just seconds away so we had something cool just before showtime. Oh yeah, and I dropped a few bucks at White Mountain too.
My radio station, Fly FM and Downtown Kingston were the ones who put this all together, and I'm totally impressed. The mix of people, young, old, in between, locals, tourists, even the folks who like to remind us how they "hate coming downtown for anything", were all there.
Even the lost, friendless, perhaps jobless folks who spend most of the night driving around in circles in their loud two and four wheeled vehicles added to the ambiance.
(Just a couple of quick notes here: 1) a sexed-up Neon complete with dubs, light sticks and a throaty roar is still a...stinkin' Neon and 2) the wing on the back of your front-wheel drive car only proves that your physics teacher was right in failing you)
Could you do anything like this anywhere else in the world? Maybe. But nowhere else can do it as well as we do in Kingston.
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