The small county in which I reside didn't become official until 1793, though the longhunters were here way before any organized government took place.
The county seat is a very small town and retains its original courthouse, from way back in the day, as well as historic buildings on the town square. This hardware store is for sale. Sad, but its proprietor has been in business for a long time and is, no doubt, ready for a break. Being an old house owner I have taken him the odd nail, screw, or hardware piece asking for a match. He rummages around in his back room and brings me what I need and charges a few cents. Men continue to gather here for daily conversation (gossip), and have for an untold amount of years.
This church congregation has been going since 1830, the current building was erected in 1938. Designed in the Neo-Gothic style, its current congregation is a strong one.
These steps lead to a building that used to house a corner drug store. You know the kind with the jukebox in the booth, a lunch counter, ice-cold soda in bottle, and a friendly pharmacist. Great memories of having lunch there, as a kid.
The window on the left is the building for our local newspaper. When I step into their office they know me, where I live, and what I bought at the grocery yesterday.
It's how we roll around here.
"A small town is a town where everyone knows everything about everyone, but they still buy a local newspaper to see what the editor dared to publish."