Does each new generation mug the leavings of its predecessor? It is an adolescent’s job to get kicked out of the nest, right?
Usually what happens is that the whipersnappers knock down a big piece of whatever their parents built. So that a lot of the streets in smaller American cities look like the hockey player’s smile… A gold cap here, a dark gap there, maybe even a pretentious cubic zirconium embedded in some facade.
But not in Coudersport where a magical spell en-coats Main Street – keeping its founders’ ambitious dreams still bricked and glassed strong in the August sun.
Which, of course, should you click upon that icon up above, will take you to The Image Writing Group where they liked my fable enough to feature it!