Hightstown is not a “destination” place. There are no cool clubs, organic hot spots, or large green spaces to draw the young and hip. There are no theaters, high end retailers, or Michelin rated restaurants to lure the comfortably wealthy. There are no chain stores or fast food joints to bring in the masses. It is primarily residential with a small lake and tiny commercial district. Buildings are reasonably spaced and a church spire may be the tallest structure in town. A spacious and very expensive prep school occupies a significant chunk of real estate on the southeast side and the sidewalks are mostly empty. Yet for such a modest town Hightstown feels unusually tight, like a pebble in the palm of a hand making a fist. It shouldn’t feel cramped, but it does. The blame lies squarely on two poorly positioned “T” intersections (about 500 feet apart) on Main Street which is, literally, the main street used to get through town. Traffic moves like L.A. at rush hour. When this area was settled before the American Revolution traffic planning wasn’t even a thing, much less a concern. Today’s Hightstown residents are most certainly frustrated with the ever present slow crawl, but they stay anyway. It must be worth it.
18th century house
This sign points to every single building and space in town
Trask Avenue 