“Best to press on,” I thought. “After all, a girl in the cold beckons for a chivalrous man’s coat!” The thought of my knight in shining armor draping his cologne-infused jacket around my shoulders quickly warmed my heart on this chilly, windy morning.
My face was numb, and my teeth chattered with excitement as I arrived on Katonah Avenue.
“The Avenue,” as the locals called it, was a bit sparse on this frigid morning, but there were still several people zigzagging from the coffee shop to the stores and back again. They seem to love their coffee – I can relate. It’s my number one breakfast choice after a wild night on the town.
I approached an older woman for quick directions. Bundled up in her thick down jacket, this lovely lady seemed eager to help, but disappointingly uninformed. “A sewer opening? Gross! Who would want to go to that?” she asked, her warm smile quickly changing to a beady-eyed scowl. “I guess you could try looking behind those buildings in the back parking lot. Near the dumpsters, I think.”
I thanked her for her assistance and continued on. As I made my way around the clothing bins and a muddy church van, I saw a crowd of people standing and waiting alongside the railroad tracks and the chain link fence. The red velvet ribbon was unmistakable. This was certainly the event I was looking for.
The movers and shakers of the town were all present. Large pea coats and scarves surrounded me, women in stilettos and men in suits – I knew I’d found my people. The who’s who of Katonah shook hands and mingled, some grabbed a donut and coffee, others seemed to have brought their own. Everything was happening so quickly – I barely had time to catch my breath! How did I, a faceless girl from Manhattan, wind up here at the Katonah sewer opening bumping elbows with these titans of Northern Westchester?