This morning we drove down to the Springs firehouse to take advantage of their Sunday morning breakfasts which have just started up again. They do these throughout the year, taking a few months off here and there, but it's taken us forever to get down there. It was worth the effort.
We could choose between eggs or pancakes, bacon or sausage, or all of them if we wanted. Each plate came with hash browns and there was juice and coffee to drink. Undoubtedly the Best Buy on the midway, as they say.
But the real joy of breakfast at the firehouse was the sense of community it provided. We said hello to lots of familiar faces and had conversations with a few friends. We even took the kids to see the fire trucks before taking them home.
This is small town America at its best. I love East Hampton...