Bash and I took the scenic way into Laceyville (population 379) today, on the way to pick up chicken feed for Bash’s flock. He said, “there’s not much to it—about two blocks and we’re on the other side.” As we drove through this little village, which was very reminiscent of the small towns in southern Ohio, where I grew up—I was caught up with a sense of nostalgia. The town was laid out with buildings that you could tell were the hub of the entire community at one time.
“Cute,” I said. “But, looking a little run down.”
“Yes, it looks like Laceyville’s been knocked down a few times,” was Bash’s reply. [Read more...]