A Long Ways from Long Island
Oh deer… we’re a long way from Long Island.. When I was a little girl we lived in a suburb of NY . The parental units would take us every summer to a country hotel complete with wrap around porch and tons of acreage in upstate New York.. The Pine Hill Arms where all the guests knew each other and it was more like an annual family reunion. I’ve lived on or near Long-guy-land a good portion of my life (with stops along the way on the “left” t coast) until d moved to to the” last best place” aka Montana 3 years ago t o live out my Pine Hill dream of the bed and breakfast. am often in awe that by the grace of G-d, I’ve realized my childhood dream of moving to Montana and opening up a bed and breakfast, where folks can come enjoy, relax and be at home away from home.
Having had worked in Manhattan for yeahs, I never realized how quickly a Noo Yawker walks or, talks for that matter. I didn’t get it, there was no traffic on the road but, trust me, no car went over 40 miles per/hour. In Noo Yawk, my nickname was ‘lead foot’. Here it’s “what’s your rush, anyway?” Good point, actually, I wasn’t in a rush but….
Everyone is friends with everyone. As the song goes “everybody dies famous in a small town” Here everyone knows your name. At first, I found this disconcerting. Why are these strangers in the grocery store talking to me like they know me? The good news is everyone knows you ; the bad news is everyone knows you. Everywhere you go salespeople chat. Who’s got time to chat? Even if there was a line behind you, they just took their time and no one seemed to care…except me. And the thing that really got me was that they genuinely told us to enjoy our day and hoped it would be a good one.
Since Noo Yawk is really a melting pot, food is easily available and extremely diverse. Here, you are lucky if you can find anythin’ with the name, ‘Boars Head’ on it and all hopes of a “real” New York bagel vanished long ago when we crossed the NY state line. Fuuuhget it.
Yes, there were a few adjustments to make. Some hard, others easy. As the years have passed I do have a theory about us ‘Noo Yawkers’: maybe it wouldn’t hurt to slow down a little, and, as they say, ’stop and smell the roses’. New Yorkers’ are generally misunderstood since most are really good, genuine, hard-working people. New Yorkers’ really care and it was especially evident during 9-11.
Slower is not bad, and actually my stomach has been in less ‘knots’ since our move . Now when I look out the window, I’m more likely to come face to face with “Doe” a deer than an irate driver. Conversation is refreshing and the open space is incredible. Our home is on 40 acres and the rippling sound of Fish Creek and have now acquired five (count ‘em) five horses… Manker the B&B dog presides over all. I have learned to take things in stride and ‘not have a heart attack’ over everything especially since I found the ‘inside scoop’ on where to find Boar’s Head cold cuts, some northern food…and Carvel ice-cream.
Who says “you can’t go home”… I have arrived. Trot on friends, trot on.




















