Where the Sidewalk Ends

There are little spots of beauty and quirk here in this tiny town, and while the grey sky and small population can make one feel a bit clausterphobic, I do love the sporatic sidewalks. Sometimes, for a house length or two, one is walking on a moss-covered, cracked and un-even sidewalk. Then, quite magically and like a Shel Silverstein poem, the concrete path ends, and grass or road ensues. And even though the town is only five blocks long by two main-streets wide, the side walk ends a total of six times.