I will divide my tales into three parts: The American Hotel, The Beekman and a little history of Sharon Springs, with personal observations.
I want to say quickly here how deeply I appreciate the hospitality and generosity of Josh Kilmer-Purcell, who was a gracious host to my mother and I on Saturday's wintry afternoon and evening. While I sadly missed meeting Brent on this trip, I was so very glad to share a glass of homemade cider and several slices of Beekman Blaak cheese with Josh at his kitchen table. The stories flowed freely! The laughter was plenty! It's truly wonderful to call him a friend. Josh, you are a true delight. I look so forward to meeting Brent next time. (My mother and I were so delighted to know that there very likely will be a next time, since it's our every intention of making Sharon Springs a destination again.)
Garth and Douglas at The American, too, cast their warm spell on us and charmed us every moment with their open arms, hilarious tales and jubilant personalities - not to mention their incredible inn, which is a perfectly-feathered nest, an homage to comfort at its finest.
What a town. What amazing people. What memories. Stay tuned.