On the northeastern end of Long Island, thirty minutes east of the last exit on the Long Island Expressway, lies the township of Southold, a community found literally at the end of the world. The peninsula is enclosed by three bodies of water: the Long Island Sound to the North, the Peconic Bays to the South, and the Atlantic Ocean to the East. Southold is an anomaly of small town America where the past fifty years disappear among expanses of farmland, old fashioned mom and pop stores, and crumbling patriotic houses. Southold is home to a mere 20,000 residents, encompassing 405 square miles, 350 of which is water. Although Southold is only seventy-five miles from New York City, many in the eldest generation have never ventured past Riverhead, the town separating Southold from the rest of Long Island. Despite its relatively close proximity to a metropolis, and its accessibility to the Atlantic, Southold remains unto itself. Isolated from the rest of the world, Southold is a peculiar community hidden in a seemingly unremarkable town.