Where we live there isn’t a cute town square. There’s no very old tree in the center of town, no bakery or hardware store. And of course there isn’t a Norman Rockwell displayed anywhere. We’re missing the row of assorted buildings lining each side of the street, and no traffic light.
The original founders of this place didn’t plant a flag in the ground and have a ceremony. One of them said, “How about here?” and apparently someone else said, “I guess so.” So here we all are, living together but without a town.
If you drive to the far end of that road over there, you’ll see someone
fly fishing, but don’t get excited. It
isn’t the artsy sportsman kind that comes to mind.
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