I’ve become quite fond of Woodstock, Illinois. I grew up in nearby McHenry and have always lived a hop, skip and a jump away. Our high school used to play sports against Woodstock, so they were always the rival in my eyes. But as life goes on, perspectives change and I’ve adapted a new one on Woodstock.
I met my wife Rachel while she was living in Woodstock, which perhaps is the biggest reason I now have an affinity for it. Throughout our courtship, I spent many days in and around the town, getting dinner, shopping, or walking through the old neighborhoods.
Almost every time I set foot in the historic Woodstock Square, I can’t help but get the hankering to watch Groundhog Day. Everywhere you look around the Square, you can’t help but remember a particular scene from the movie. I’ve even walked past the bed and breakfast house that Murray’s character stayed at.
This Saturday, I was at the Woodstock farmers market, here in the Square, enjoying my wife and her friend playing music to entertain the crowd. It was a warm summer day with a slight breeze and I was surrounded by good company.
Needless to say, it was just one more reason to like the town and spend my time in it.