We have a rock.
I can now say that I witnessed a piece of history. I can sit around in 50 years and say in a raspy old lady's voice, "I remember back in 2014, when we got the rock. I was there! I saw it!"
We have a rock.
I thought something serious was going down. Main Street was blocked off. The police officer was there with his lights flashing. I had to wait until the next day to take this picture because of all the hullabaloo. There must've been at LEAST twenty people there!
We have a rock.
After I finally made it through the crowd, a car trying to turn down Main Street stopped and asked me why the street was closed. (Clearly, it wasn't made known to the townsfolk that this would be occurring. Otherwise, alternate routes would've been mapped out well ahead of time, and schedules would've been adjusted.) I told her they were bringing in The Rock. She seemed slightly agitated, and retorted, "And they had to close down Main Street for that?" I hear ya, lady, I hear ya. Loud and clear.
I really wanted to reply, "I know, right?! This is outrage! I'm going home to write my congressman right now!" Seriously. Now, had closing off Main Street meant that she would have to drive 20 miles out of her way to get to her destination? Sure. Or maybe if she was trying to get to a business on Main Street, and she had to park a mile away and walk (which was difficult because she was old...but not really)...sure. However, neither of those statements are even close to being true. If she had to drive around, she would've had to go one block out of her way. If she had to park and walk to a business on Main Street, she would've had to park one block away and walk. And entire block. Not in the snow. Not in the rain. Not in the heat or cold. In perfect weather. And it didn't even smell like hog poo outside...that day.
My darling husband said, "What the hell did she need to get to on Main Street? There's nothing down there anyway." He has a point. My goal next week is to take pictures of Main Street in all its glory. I'm estimating 25 locations with maybe 10 of them being open for business. The grocery store has refrigerators that I swear are just for looks. I wouldn't buy any dairy products from there. There are two bars in the town, both of which are now for sale as of last week. The few businesses open have such random and limited hours. The dentist? Mondays only. Small towns always seem to worry about retaining residents, if not bringing in new ones. They wonder what they can do to accomplish this. I'm no rocket scientist, but I don't think people are going to want to visit or move to this town just because we have a rock.
I can now say that I witnessed a piece of history. I can sit around in 50 years and say in a raspy old lady's voice, "I remember back in 2014, when we got the rock. I was there! I saw it!"
We have a rock.
I thought something serious was going down. Main Street was blocked off. The police officer was there with his lights flashing. I had to wait until the next day to take this picture because of all the hullabaloo. There must've been at LEAST twenty people there!
We have a rock.
After I finally made it through the crowd, a car trying to turn down Main Street stopped and asked me why the street was closed. (Clearly, it wasn't made known to the townsfolk that this would be occurring. Otherwise, alternate routes would've been mapped out well ahead of time, and schedules would've been adjusted.) I told her they were bringing in The Rock. She seemed slightly agitated, and retorted, "And they had to close down Main Street for that?" I hear ya, lady, I hear ya. Loud and clear.
I really wanted to reply, "I know, right?! This is outrage! I'm going home to write my congressman right now!" Seriously. Now, had closing off Main Street meant that she would have to drive 20 miles out of her way to get to her destination? Sure. Or maybe if she was trying to get to a business on Main Street, and she had to park a mile away and walk (which was difficult because she was old...but not really)...sure. However, neither of those statements are even close to being true. If she had to drive around, she would've had to go one block out of her way. If she had to park and walk to a business on Main Street, she would've had to park one block away and walk. And entire block. Not in the snow. Not in the rain. Not in the heat or cold. In perfect weather. And it didn't even smell like hog poo outside...that day.
My darling husband said, "What the hell did she need to get to on Main Street? There's nothing down there anyway." He has a point. My goal next week is to take pictures of Main Street in all its glory. I'm estimating 25 locations with maybe 10 of them being open for business. The grocery store has refrigerators that I swear are just for looks. I wouldn't buy any dairy products from there. There are two bars in the town, both of which are now for sale as of last week. The few businesses open have such random and limited hours. The dentist? Mondays only. Small towns always seem to worry about retaining residents, if not bringing in new ones. They wonder what they can do to accomplish this. I'm no rocket scientist, but I don't think people are going to want to visit or move to this town just because we have a rock.