249: Memorial Day

Blowin' in the wind

In northeast Ohio, in between the cities of Canton, Akron, and Cleveland, and surrounding some of the bigger villages that are not big enough to be cities and so they are called villages in Ohio, you will find small rural townships in which the “downtown” is really nothing more than a crossroads.  On the corners at the crossroads, if the town is big enough, you might find a church on one corner, a firehouse on another, a bank on still another, and maybe a restaurant (or a competing church) on the last corner.  Often there is a traffic light and if you get a green and speed on through, you might not even realize you’ve passed through the center of  a town.  I hesitate to call it “the center of a town” as it really isn’t a town or a center at all.  Just a crossroads.

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