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« on: September 06, 2018, 08:50:22 PM »

   The kids drove down Main Street, between the Save A Lot grocery store and the caboose ice cream and mini golf place, through the diner district (Ned’s, Laura’s, Dave’s, etc.), until they reached the small downtown of the little farm town where they had been born and bred. Parking on the other side of the railroad tracks, they got out of the car to stretch their legs underneath some summer shade. It felt good to be home, like waking up from a really satisfying nap. The kind of nap that don’t have no nightmares.
   Up the hill was the elementary school all of them had gone to until 4th grade. It was definitively a school, although one day when the town died it could probably be renovated and turned into senior citizen apartments. If there were any seniors left who wanted to stay there, that is.
   Walking back over the tracks, they passed antique stores that could have been there all their lives. They were just as ignored and mysteriously open as always. “Maybe we’ll walk in there someday,” one of them lied. There was the café across the street, that had once had a hip young owner who had filled it with couches and decorated it seasonally. When they were in high school, the kids would go there for a cheap hang out. Turns out, it was too cheap to maintain, and that hip young owner packed it all up and moved up to the city, where the coffee scene was having a mini-renaissance. Now, the café was just a low end restaurant, good for a grilled cheese or a BLT and a salad made of iceberg lettuce and cherry tomatoes.
   But the kids admired the architectural bones of their birthplace. They liked the intersection where the train tracks crossed the road and the brick facades of the storefronts. They liked the houses built uniquely up the hillside and how the trees shaded the roads where they had biked well past curfew on endless school nights, causing hell and chaos for the neighbors who didn’t live there anymore.
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