That is the town I grew up in -- but not in any of those houses
The Bed and Breakfast across from the Windmill had to put in the great landscaping as the railroad tracks run right along side of the house and there
is a trestle right there that trucks are always hitting and tearing the tops off.
And the last man that spoke was my cousin....he is also the town crier.
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