Close to where we live is a little town that we’ve passed by many times in the last 16 years.
Back in its day I bet it was a hopping place. These days, except for the train horns and the Friday night guitar pickin’, it’s pretty quiet around there.
Today Little Bit suggested driving down one of the streets called Railroad Road, aptly named because it runs right along the tracks.
What a treat. As soon as I turned onto it, I pulled over and got out. Stepping up to the sidewalk was almost like walking back in time.
There were tin-sided buildings with windows that are past the point of looking in or out. Half a block down, all the storefront doors are locked up tight.
My favorite things were a beautiful old water pump, the number 35, and a pickup that seems to have found it’s long term home.
I’m so happy we finally decided to stop and look around. It was fun to imagine what the town was like all those years ago.