since the 1760’s they’ve been working iron on this spot, but unlike most historical spots, they still are doing it here. The factory has changed over and over again, buildings torn down and raised, ponds dug and filled in. There is an old stone wall in the woods, railway grades, abandoned bridge over the river that once powered the place. Up on the hill is downtown, such as it is. some of that factory grit is evident even up there, and in the school. the kids are scrappy, tough, a little rough around the edges, which shows when they get poured to the regional school and mix with the watery kids from more affluent towns.
Ideallist Amateur councilmen (new to town) learn on the fly, they’ll do some damage but there will be new ones next year. They thought they could change the place, improve it. Shake things up a bit. The state won’t let them do much anyway.
The factory workers, all shifts, mostly come from the next state over. The townsfolk? Every day most everyone leaves, working in Bridgewater or beyond. The daily automotive leapfrogging of America. After the little league game, they take the team to the milk house for ice cream. Its the least-ridiculous expense the little league makes.
standing in the stream
he quietly casts flies out
the fish don’t matter
20180412 Day 12, GloPoWriMo