By Jim Hagarty
2012
I was in the small village of Wellesley today and saw a cat stroll across the main street, sit down in the middle of the road and have a bath. A car was coming, slowly, and a teenage girl walking along on the sidewalk tried to shoo the kitty off to the side. Finally, with absolutely no urgency, the cat got up and sauntered the rest of the way across the pavement, letting the car go by. That must be an example of how you know you are in a small town. I was driving down the main street in Killarney, Ireland, years ago when I spotted a dog having a sleep in a small area of the road where the sunlight was shining. Cars, bikes and even a tour bus all drove around the dog and left him to enjoy the sun which sometimes is a very welcome sight in the soggy environment of the Emerald Isle. I liked that. That the dog felt comfortable enough to do have a snooze in the middle of the road and that the villagers let him be. My advice, if you are in a hurry, is to not go to Wellesley or Killarney.
