Buzzing through the city streets of Stamford, CT, I found myself quite surprised. Cold temperatures and black snow piled up on the curbs and sidewalks all made sense to me. I expected as much. What really surprised me was the number of financial institutions, the high level business district and the bustling downtown. Stamford has all the trappings of a big city, but with a small town name.
I ran past a very modern multi-story City Hall, a long queue for folks wacky enough to stand in line to watch tapings of the Jerry Springer Show, a seven-story mall with outcroppings of white tablecloth restaurants and a bevy of walkers hustling to work. I was puzzled for sure. A year prior, I had never even heard of Stamford.
After my hour run about town, Shannan and I took a very nice walk. We lunched at Cosi, a low key, yet trendy eatery at the base of the mall. My window seat afforded a view of the well-dressed business people scurrying back and forth. Via idle conversation we came to hear Stamford described as a place where companies go that can’t afford to be in New York City. And so my cognitive dissonance of the big city in the small town was resolved.
Run around town. Who knows what surprises await?
Tom
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