About 'black horse inn maine'|The times, they are a'changin'

About 'black horse inn maine'|The times, they are a'changin'

ＴＨＥ               ＭＡＭＵ               Ｍｙ               ｇｒａｎｄｆａｔｈｅｒ               ｏｒｉｇｉｎａｌｌｙ               ｈａｄ               ｌａｋｅｆｒｏｎｔ               ｐｒｏｐｅｒｔｙ               ｉｎ               ａ               ｌｉｔｔｌｅ               ｔｏｗｎ               ｃａｌｌｅｄ               Ｄａｎｆｏｒｔｈ               Ｍａｉｎｅ. Ｈｅｒｅ               ｉｓ               ｗｈｅｒｅ               ｈｅ               ｓｐｅｎｔ               ｈｉｓ               ｗｉｎｔｅｒｓ               ａｗａｙ               ｆｒｏｍ               ｔｈｅ               ｖｅｒｙ               ｂｕｓｙ               ｈｕｓｔｌｅ               ａｎｄ               ｂｕｓｔｌｅ               ｏｆ               ｈｉｓ               Ｂａｌｔｉｍｏｒｅ               ｈｏｍｅ               ｃｏｎｓｔｒｕｃｔｉｏｎ               ｂｕｓｉｎｅｓｓ.                Ｈｅ               ｗｏｕｌｄ               ｌｅａｖｅ               ｔｈｅ               ｂｒａｓｈ               Ｂａｌｔｉｍｏｒｅ               ｗｉｎｔｅｒｓ               ｗｈｅｒｅ               ｆｏｕｒ               ｉｎｃｈｅｓ               ｏｆ               ｓｎｏｗ               ｗａｓ               ｃｏｎｓｉｄｅｒｅｄ               ａ               ｂｌｉｚｚａｒｄ,               ｊｕｓｔ               ｔｏ               ｄｒｉｖｅ               ｆｏｒ               18               ｈｏｕｒｓ               ｓｔｒａｉｇｈｔ,               ｔｏ               ｅｎｄ               ｕｐ               ｗｈｅｒｅ               ｔｈｅｒｅ               ｗａｓ               ｅｉｇｈｔ               ｆｅｅｔ               ｏｆ               ｓｎｏｗ               ａｎｄ               ｓｈｅｅｔｓ               ｏｆ               "ｂｌａｃｋ               ｉｃｅ". Ｈｅｒｅ               ｈｅ               ｗｏｕｌｄ               ｗｏｒｋ               ｆｉｆｔｅｅｎ               ｈｏｕｒｓ               ａ               ｄａｙ,               ｇｉｖｉｎｇ               ｈｕｎｔｉｎｇ               ａｎｄ               ｇｕｉｄｅ               ｔｏｕｒｓ               ｔｏ               ｗｅａｒｙ               ｔｒａｖｅｌｅｒｓ. Ｈｅ               ｗｏｕｌｄ               ｒｕｎ               ｔｈｅ               ｂｉｇ               ｌｏｄｇｅ,               ａｎｄ               ｅｎｔｅｒｔａｉｎ. Ｍｙ               ｇｒａｎｄｍｏｔｈｅｒ               ｗｏｕｌｄ               ｃｏｏｋ. Ｍｙ               ｍｏｔｈｅｒ               ｈａｄ               ｔｈｅ               ｊｏｙ               ｏｆ               ｃｌｅａｎｉｎｇ               ｔｈｅ               ｃａｂｉｎｓ,               ａｌｌ               ｏｆ               ｗｈｉｃｈ               ｍｙ               ｇｒａｎｄｆａｔｈｅｒ               ｂｕｉｌｔ               ｗｉｔｈ               ｈｉｓ               ｏｗｎ               ｔｗｏ               ｈａｎｄｓ. Ｔｈｅｙ               ｃａｌｌｅｄ               ｉｔ               ｔｈｅ               ＭＡＭＵ,               ａｎｄ               ｔｈｏｕｇｈ               ｈｉｓ               ｄａｙｓ               ｗｅｒｅ               ｆｕｌｌ               ｏｆ               ｓｈｏｖｅｌｉｎｇ               ａｎｄ               ｐｌｏｗｉｎｇ,               ｓｏｍｅｔｈｉｎｇ               ａｂｏｕｔ               ｂｅｉｎｇ               ｉｎ               ｔｈｅ               ｍｉｄｄｌｅ               ｏｆ               ｎｏｗｈｅｒｅ               ｃａｌｍｅｄ               ｈｉｍ.                Ｔｈｏｕｇｈ               ｔｈｅ               ｂｕｉｌｄｉｎｇｓ               ａｒｅ               ｓｔｉｌｌ               ｔｈｅｒｅ               ｍｙ               ｇｒａｎｄｍｏｔｈｅｒ               ｓｏｌｄ               ｔｈｅ               ｐｒｏｐｅｒｔｙ               ｙｅａｒｓ               ａｇｏ. Ｉ               ｓｔｉｌｌ               ｇｏ               ａｎｄ               ｌｏｏｋ               ａｔ               ｔｈｅ               ｏｒｉｇｉｎａｌ               ｃａｍｐｓ,               ｓｏ               ｗｅｌｌ               ｂｕｉｌｔ               ｔｈｅｙ               ｈａｖｅ               ｓｕｒｖｉｖｅｄ               ｓｏ               ｍａｎｙ               ｈａｒｄ               ｗｉｎｔｅｒｓ. Ｉ               ｉｍａｇｉｎｅ               ｓｅｅｉｎｇ               ｍｙ               ｇｒａｎｄｆａｔｈｅｒ               ｗａｌｋｉｎｇ               ｆｒｏｍ               ｃａｍｐ               ｔｏ               ｃａｍｐ               ｔｏ               ｃｈｅｃｋ               ｉｎ               ｏｎ               ｈｉｓ               ｖｉｓｉｔｏｒｓ. Ｔｈｅ               ｐｒｏｐｅｒｔｙ               ｉｓ               ｎｏｗ               ｃａｌｌｅｄ               Ｌｉｖｉｎｇ               Ｗａｔｅｒｓ               ａｎｄ               ｉｓ               ｐｕｔ               ｔｏ               ｇｏｏｄ               ｕｓｅ                ＤＡＮＦＯＲＴＨ,               ＤＥＳＴＩＮＡＴＩＯＮ               ＮＯＷＨＥＲＥ                Ｂｙ               ｗａｙ               ｏｆ               ｃａｒ,               Ｄａｎｆｏｒｔｈ               ｉｓ               ａｂｏｕｔ               90               ｍｉｌｅｓ               Ｎｏｒｔｈ               ｏｆ               Ｂａｎｇｏｒ. Ｉｆ               ｙｏｕ               ｔａｋｅ               ｂａｃｋ               ｒｏａｄｓ               ｆｏｒ               ａ               ｓｗｉｒｌｉｎｇ               ｆｏｒｔｙ-ｆｉｖｅ               ｍｉｎｕｔｅｓ               ｆｒｏｍ               ｔｈｅ               Ｌｉｎｃｏｌｎ,               Ｍａｉｎｅ               ｅｘｉｔ,               ｙｏｕ'ｌｌ               ｆｉｎｄ               ｉｔ. Ｉｔ'ｓ               ｏｎｅ               ｏｆ               ｔｈｏｓｅ               ｒｉｄｅｓ               ｉｎ               ｔｈｅ               ｂａｃｋ               ｗｏｏｄｓ               ｗｈｅｒｅ               ｙｏｕ               ｋｅｅｐ               ａｓｋｉｎｇ,               "Ａｒｅ               ｗｅ               ｔｈｅｒｅ               ｙｅｔ?"                Ｅａｃｈ               ｔｉｍｅ               Ｉ               ｇｏ               ｔｈｅｒｅ               Ｉ               ｗｏｎｄｅｒ               ｈｏｗ               ａｎｙｏｎｅ               ｃｏｕｌｄ               ｈａｖｅ               ｅｖｅｒ               ｆｏｕｎｄ               ｔｈｉｓ               ｐｌａｃｅ. Ｓｏｍｅｔｈｉｎｇ               ｈｏｗｅｖｅｒ               ｋｅｐｔ               ｄｒａｗｉｎｇ               ｍｅ               ｂａｃｋ. Ｉ               ｓｕｐｐｏｓｅ               ｉｔ'ｓ               ｉｎ               ｍｙ               ｂｌｏｏｄ.                Ｓｉｔｕａｔｅｄ               ｏｆｆ               Ｒｏｕｔｅ               1,               ｉｎ               ｔｈｅ               ｎｏｒｔｈｗｅｓｔ               ａｒｅａ               ｏｆ               Ｗａｓｈｉｎｇｔｏｎ               ｃｏｕｎｔｙ,               ｔｈｉｓ               ｓｍａｌｌ               ｄｏｗｎ               ｄａｔｅｓ               ｂａｃｋ               ｔｏ               ｔｈｅ               ｔｉｍｅ               ｏｆ               Ｔｈｏｍａｓ               Ｄａｎｆｏｒｔｈ               ｗｈｏ               ｗａｓ               ｂｏｒｎ               ｉｎ               1622               ａｎｄ               ｄｉｅｄ               ｉｎ               1699. Ｔｈｏｍａｓ               Ｄａｎｆｏｒｔｈ               ｗａｓ               ａｎ               ｉｍｐｏｒｔａｎｔ               ｐｅｒｓｏｎ               ｉｎ               Ｎｅｗ               Ｅｎｇｌａｎｄ               ｈｉｓｔｏｒｙ,               ｂｅｉｎｇ               Ｄｅｐｕｔｙ               Ｇｏｖｅｒｎｏｒ               ｏｆ               Ｍａｓｓａｃｈｕｓｅｔｔｓ               Ｉｎ               1679. Ｈｅ               ｗａｓ               ｅｖｅｎ               ａ               ｊｕｄｇｅ               ｉｎ               ｔｈｅ               Ｓａｌｅｍ               Ｗｉｔｃｈ               Ｔｒｉａｌｓ.                Ｄａｎｆｏｒｔｈ               ｔｏｏｋ               ｉｔ'ｓ               ｎａｍｅ               ｆｒｏｍ               Ｔｈｏｍａｓ               Ｄａｎｆｏｒｔｈ,               ｔｈｏｕｇｈ               ｔｈｅ               ｆｉｒｓｔ               ｓｅｔｔｌｅｒ               ｄｉｄｎ'ｔ               ａｒｒｉｖｅ               ｕｎｔｉｌ               1829-1830               ｅｎｄｉｎｇ               ｕｐ               ｉｎ               ａ               ｐｌａｃｅ               ｋｎｏｗｎ               ａｓ               Ｍｏｒｓｅ               Ｆａｒｍ. Ｔｈｒｉｖｉｎｇ               ｂｙ               1860               Ｄａｎｆｏｒｔｈ               ｗａｓ               ｉｎｃｏｒｐｏｒａｔｅｄ               ａｎｄ               ａｌｍｏｓｔ               ｈａｄ               300               ｒｅｓｉｄｅｎｔｓ. Ｂｅｔｗｅｅｎ               1870               ｔｈｒｏｕｇｈ               1920               ｂｕｓｉｎｅｓｓ               ｆｌｏｕｒｉｓｈｅｄ. Ｔｈｅ               ｉｎｔｅｒｃｏｎｔｅｎｅｎｔｉａｌ               ｒａｉｌｗａｙ               ｒａｎ               ｒｉｇｈｔ               ｔｈｒｏｕｇｈ               ｔｈｅ               ｔｏｗｎ               ｏｆ               Ｄａｎｆｏｒｔｈ,               ａｎｄ               ｌｕｍｂｅｒ               ｍｉｌｌｓ               ａｎｄ               ｂｕｓｉｎｅｓｓｅｓ               ｗｅｒｅ               ｐｏｐｐｉｎｇ               ｕｐ               ｅｖｅｒｙｗｈｅｒｅ. Ｙｏｕ               ｃｏｕｌｄ               ｓａｙ,               ａｔ               ｔｈａｔ               ｔｉｍｅ,               ｉｔ               ｗａｓ               ａｔ               ｉｔ'ｓ               ｐｅａｋ.                ＥＣＯＮＯＭＩＣ               ＭＥＬＴＤＯＷＮ               ＬＥＡＶＥＳ               ＴＯＷＮ               ＩＮ               ＲＵＩＮＳ                Ｆａｓｔ               ｆｏｗａｒｄ               ｔｏ               ｎｏｗ. Ｔｏ               ｒｅａｌｌｙ               ｕｎｄｅｒｓｔａｎｄ               ｔｈｅ               ｄｉｌｅｍｍａ               ｙｏｕ               ｍｕｓｔ               ｆｉｒｔ               ｇｏ               ｔｏ               ｔｈｅ               Ｃｏｒｎｅｒｓｔｏｎｅ               Ｉｎｎ               (Ｒｅｓｔａｕｒａｎｔ               ｏｎ               Ｄｅｐｏｔ               Ｓｔ),               ｏｎｅ               ｏｆ               ｔｈｅ               ｅａｒｌｉｅｒ               ｈｉｓｔｏｒｉｃ               ｂｕｉｌｄｉｎｇｓ               ｉｎ               ｔｈｅ               ｔｏｗｎ               ｗｈｉｃｈ               ｓｔｉｌｌ               ｓｅｒｖｅｓ               ｆｏｏｄ               ａｎｄ               ｈａｓ               ｂｅｅｎ               ｗｅｌｌ               ｍａｉｎｔａｉｎｅｄ. Ｏｎ               ｔｈｅ               ｗａｌｌｓ               ｙｏｕ               ｓｅｅ               ｔｈｅ               ｔｏｗｎ               ｏｆ               Ｄａｎｆｏｒｔｈ               ｉｎ               ｉｔ'ｓ               ｆｕｌｌ               ｓｐｅｎｄｏｒ,               ｐｈｏｔｏｓ               ｏｆ               ｍａｉｎ               ｓｔｒｅｅｔ               ａｎｄ               ｙｅｓｔｅｒｙｅａｒ. Ｂｕｉｌｄｉｎｇｓ               ｗｉｔｈ               ａｂｓｏｌｕｔｅｌｙ               ｗｏｎｄｅｒｆｕｌ               ａｒｃｈｉｔｅｃｔｕｒｅ,               ｊｕｓｔ               ａｓ               ｔｈｅ               ｔｏｗｎ               ｈａｌｌ               ｓｔａｎｄｓ               ｒｅｓｔｏｒｅｄ               ｔｏ               ｉｔ'ｓ               ｓｐｌｅｎｄｏｒ,               ｏｎｃｅ               ａｌｌ               ｔｈｅ               ｂｕｉｌｄｉｎｇｓ               ｗｅｒｅ               ｃａｒｅｄ               ａｂｏｕｔ               ｔｏｏ.                Ａ               ｑｕｉｃｋ               ｗａｌｋ               ｏｕｔｓｉｄｅ               ａｎｄ               ａｒｏｕｎｄ               ｔｈｅ               ｃｏｒｎｅｒ               ｂｒｉｎｇｓ               ｙｏｕ               ｔｏ               ｔｈｅ               ｂａｒｒｅｎ               ｍａｉｎ               ｓｔｒｅｅｔ               ｏｆ               Ｄａｎｆｏｒｔｈ,               ｗｈｉｃｈ               ｉｓ               ｅｓｓｅｎｔｉａｌｌｙ               ａ               ｂｌｏｃｋ               ｌｏｎｇ. Ｏｎｅ               ｇｒｏｃｅｒ,               ｔｈｅ               ｔｏｗｎ               ｈａｌｌ,               ｌｉｂｒａｒｙ               ａｎｄ               ｔｏｗｎ               ｏｆｆｉｃｅ               ｒｅｍａｉｎｓ. Ｏｔｈｅｒ               ｓｔｏｒｅｓ               ａｒｅ               ｉｎ               ａｎｄ               ｏｕｔ,               ａｎ               ａｎｔｉｑｕｅ               ｓｔｏｒｅ               ｉｓ               ａ               ｗｅｌｃｏｍｅ               ａｄｄｉｔｉｏｎ               ａｎｄ               ａ               ｓｍａｌｌ               ｃａｆｅ               ｈａｓ               ｃｈａｎｇｅｄ               ｈａｎｄｓ               ｐｒｏｂａｂｌｙ               ｔｅｎ               ｔｉｍｅｓ               ｏｒ               ｍｏｒｅ. Ｏｔｈｅｒ               ｐｌａｃｅｓ               ａｒｅ               ｂｏａｒｄｅｄ               ｕｐ,               ｃｌｏｓｅｄ               ｏｒ               ｔｏｗｎ               ｔｏｗｎ.                Ｉ               ｔｈｉｎｋ               ｏｆ               ｓｏ               ｍａｎｙ               ｙｅａｒｓ               ａｇｏ               ａｎｄ               ｉｍａｇｉｎｅ               ｔｈｅ               ｐｅｏｐｌｅ               ｗａｌｋｉｎｇ               ｔｈｒｕ               ｔｈｅ               ｔｏｗｎ               ａｎｄ               ｈｏｗ               ｈｕｓｔｌｙ               ａｎｄ               ｂｕｓｔｌｙ               ｔｈｉｓ               ｏｎｅ               ｈｏｒｓｅ               ｓｔｒｉｐ               ｗａｓ. Ｉ               ｓｅｅ               ｔｈｅ               ｐｅｏｐｌｅ               ｓｍｉｌｉｎｇ               ａｎｄ               ｌａｕｇｈｉｎｇ               ａｎｄ               ｔｈｅｎ               Ｉ               ｓｎａｐ               ｂａｃｋ               ｉｎｔｏ               ｒｅａｌｉｔｙ. Ｎｏ               ｏｎｅ               ｉｓ               ｓｍｉｌｉｎｇ,               ｔｈｉｓ               ｉｓ               ｎｏ               ｔｏｕｒｉｓｔ               ｔｒａｐ,               ｔｈｉｓ               ｉｓ               ｔｈｅ               ｒｕｉｎｓ               ｏｆ               ｙｅａｒｓ               ｏｆ               ｅｃｏｎｏｍｉｃ               ｄｅｓｐａｉｒ. Ｔｈｉｓ               ｔｏｗｎ               ｉｓ               ｈａｌｆ               ｏｆ               ａ               ｍｅｍｏｒｙ.                Ｌａｓｔ               ｙｅａｒ               ｏｎｅ               ｏｆ               ｔｈｅ               ｏｌｄ               ｂｕｉｌｄｉｎｇｓ               ｗａｓ               ｔｏｒｎ               ｄｏｗｎ               ｔｏ               ｍａｋｅ               ｅｘｔｒａ               ｒｏｏｍ               ｆｏｒ               ｐａｒｋｉｎｇ               ａｔ               ｔｈｅ               ｃａｆｅ,               ｏｎｌｙ               ｂｅｃａｕｓｅ               ｉｔ               ｗａｓ               ｓｏ               ｆａｒ               ｇｏｎｅ               ｉｔ               ｗｏｕｌｄ               ｈａｖｅ               ｃｏｓｔ               ｍｏｒｅ               ｔｏ               ｆｉｘ               ｉｔ               ｔｈａｎ               ｔｏ               ｒｅｂｕｉｌｄ               ｉｔ. Ｔｈｅ               Ｂｒａｇｄｏｎ'ｓ               Ｇｅｎｅｒａｌ               Ｓｔｏｒｅ               ｗｈｉｃｈ               ｐｒｏｕｄｌｙ               ｓｔａｎｄｓ               ｏｎ               ｔｈｅ               ｃｏｒｎｅｒ               ｉｓ               ｂｏａｒｄｅｄ               ｕｐ. Ｍｅｍｏｒｉｅｓ               ｏｆ               ｖｉｓｉｔｉｎｇ               ｍｙ               ｇｒａｎｄｆａｔｈｅｒ'ｓ               ｆｒｉｅｎｄｓ               ｗｈｅｎ               Ｉ               ｗａｓ               ａ               ｃｈｉｌｄ               ｓｔｉｌｌ               ｒｅｍａｉｎ. Ｎｏｗ,               ｉｔ               ｓｔａｎｄｓ               ｗｉｔｈ               ｇｒｏｃｅｒｉｅｓ               ｌｅｆｔ               ｏｎ               ｔｈｅ               ｓｈｅｌｖｅｓ,               ａｎｄ               ｔｈｅ               ｏｒｉｇｉｎａｌ               ｌｉｎｓｅｅｄ               ｏｉｌ               ｆｌｏｏｒｓ               ａｒｅ               ｎｅａｒｌｙ               ｒｕｉｎｅｄ               ｆｒｏｍ               ｔｈｅ               ｄａｍｐｎｅｓｓ               ｔｈａｔ               ｈａｓ               ｓｅｔ               ｉｎ               ｆｒｏｍ               ｙｅａｒｓ               ｏｆ               ｎｏｎ-ｕｓｅ. Ｗｉｔｈ               ｏｎｅ               ｇｒｏｃｅｒ               ｉｎ               ｔｈｅ               ｂｌｏｃｋ,               ａｎｏｔｈｅｒ               ｉｓ               ｎｏｔ               ｎｅｅｄｅｄ.                Ｉ               ｗａｎｔ               ｔｏ               ｓｃｒｅａｍ               ａｎｄ               ｙｅｌｌ               ｉｎ               ｔｈｅ               ｍｉｄｄｌｅ               ｏｆ               ｔｈｅ               ｓｔｒｅｅｔ,               "Ｓｏｍｅｂｏｄｙ               ｈｅｌｐ! Ｈｅｌｐ               ｇｅｔ               ｔｈｉｓ               ｔｏｗｎ               ｂａｃｋ               ｏｎ               ｔｒａｃｋ               ａｇａｉｎ. Ｗｈｅｒｅ               ｉｓ               Ｅｘｔｒｅｍｅ               Ｍａｋｅｏｖｅｒ               ＴＯＷＮ               ＥＤＩＴＩＯＮ?"               Ｕｎｆｏｒｔｕｎａｔｅｌｙ               ｎｏ               ｏｎｅ               ｗｏｕｌｄ               ｈｅａｒ               ｍｅ,               ｍｕｃｈ               ｌｅｓｓ               ｐａｙ               ａｎｙ               ａｔｔｅｎｔｉｏｎ               ｉｆ               ｔｈｅｙ               ｄｉｄ. Ｔｏｗｎｓｐｅｏｐｌｅ               ａｒｅ               ｗｏｒｋｉｎｇ               ｔｈｅｉｒ               ｂｕｔｔｓ               ｏｆｆ               ｊｕｓｔ               ｔｏ               ｍａｋｅ               ｅｎｄｓ               ｍｅｅｔ,               ｉｆ               ｔｈｅｙ               ａｒｅｎ'ｔ               ｔｈｅｙ               ａｒｅ               ｌｉｖｉｎｇ               ｏｎ               ｇｏｖｅｒｎｍｅｎｔ               ａｓｓｉｓｔａｎｃｅ. Ｔｈｅｙ               ｄｏｎ'ｔ               ｈａｖｅ               ｔｉｍｅ               ｔｏ               ｗｏｒｒｙ               ａｂｏｕｔ               ａ               ｐａｒｔ               ｏｆ               ｈｉｓｔｏｒｙ               ｔｈａｔ               ｉｓ               ｌｏｎｇ               ｇｏｎｅ.                Ｈｉｓｔｏｒｉｃａｌ               ｇｒａｎｔｓ               ａｒｅ               ａｌｌ               ｏｖｅｒ               ｔｈｅ               ｐｌａｃｅ,               ｂｕｔ               ｉｎ               ａ               ｔｏｗｎ               ｏｆ               ｊｕｓｔ               ｏｖｅｒ               600               ｐｅｏｐｌｅ               ｉｎ               ｔｈｅ               2000               ｃｅｎｓｕｓ,               ｔｈａｔ               ｍａｙ               ｂｅ               ａｒｏｕｎｄ               723               ｎｏｗ               (ｉｆ               ｙｏｕ               ｃｏｕｎｔ               ｕｓ               ｐａｒｔ               ｙｅａｒ               ｖｉｓｉｔｏｒｓ               ｗｈｏ               ｈａｖｅ               ａ               ｃａｍｐ               ｏｒ               ｃａｂｉｎ               ｔｈｅｒｅ)               ｃｈａｎｃｅｓ               ｔｏ               ｇｅｔ               ｔｈｅ               ｍｏｎｅｙ               ｏｒ               ｓｏｍｅｏｎｅ               ｔｏ               ｃａｒｅ               ａｎｄ               ｄｏ               ｓｏｍｅｔｈｉｎｇ               ａｂｏｕｔ               ｉｔ               ｉｓ               ｆｅｗ               ａｎｄ               ｆａｒ               ｂｅｔｗｅｅｎ. Ｉ'ｍ               ｎｏｔ               ｓａｙｉｎｇ               ｔｈｅ               ｔｏｗｎｓｐｅｏｐｌｅ               ｄｏｎ'ｔ               ｃａｒｅ,               Ｉ               ｓｅｅ               ｓｏｍｅ               ｗｏｒｋ               ｂｅｉｎｇ               ｄｏｎｅ               ｉｎ               ｔｈｅ               ｔｏｗｎ               ａｎｄ               ｔｈｅｙ               ｔａｋｅ               ｇｒｅａｔ               ｐｒｉｄｅ               ｉｎ               ｐｒｅｓｅｒｖｉｎｇ               ｔｈｅＴｏｗｎ               Ｈａｌｌ               ａｎｄ               ＬＩｂｒａｒｙ. Ａｆｔｅｒ               ａｌｌ,               ｉｔ               ｔａｋｅｓ               ｍｏｎｅｙ               ｔｏ               ｄｏ               ｔｈｉｎｇｓ. Ｉ               ｈｅａｒｄ               ａ               ｒｅｐａｉｒ               ｔｏ               ｔｈｅ               ｔｏｗｎ               ｈａｌｌ               ｃｌｏｃｋ               ｗａｓ               ｑｕｉｔｅ               ｃｏｓｔｌｙ.                Ｗｈｅｎ               Ｉ               ｗｅｎｔ               ｔｏ               ｕｐｓｔａｔｅ               Ｎｅｗ               Ｙｏｒｋ               ｌａｓｔ               ｙｅａｒ               ｆｏｒ               ｒｅｓｅａｒｃｈ,               Ｉ               ｗｅｎｔ               ｔｈｒｏｕｇｈ               ａ               ｌｏｔ               ｏｆ               ｓｍａｌｌ               ｐｏｄｕｎｋ               ｔｏｗｎｓ. Ｗｈａｔ               Ｉ               ｎｏｔｉｃｅｄ               ｗａｓ               ａｌｌ               ｏｆ               ｔｈｅｍ               ｗｅｒｅ               ｈｉｓｔｏｒｉｃａｌｌｙ               ｉｍｐｏｒｔａｎｔ,               ａｎｄ               ｐｅｏｐｌｅ               ｉｎ               ＮＹ               ｔｏｏｋ               ｇｒｅａｔ               ｐｒｉｄｅ               ｉｎ               ｆｉｘｉｎｇ               ｔｈｅｍ               ｕｐ               ａｎｄ               ｒｅｈａｂｉｌｉｔａｔｉｎｇ               ｔｈｅ               ｍａｉｎ               ｓｔｒｅｅｔ. Ｗｈｅｒｅ               ｉｓ               ｔｈｅ               ｍｏｎｅｙ               ｃｏｍｉｎｇ               ｆｒｏｍ? Ｉｆ               ｔｈｅｒｅ               ｉｓ               ｍｏｎｅｙ               ｉｎ               ｐｏｄｕｎｋ               ｔｏｗｎｓ               ｉｎ               ＮＹ               ｗｈｙ               ｉｓｎ'ｔ               ｔｈｅｒｅ               ｍｏｎｅｙ               ｉｎ               ｐｏｄｕｎｋ               ｔｏｗｎｓ               ｉｎ               Ｍａｉｎｅ? Ａｒｅ               ｔｈｅｒｅ               ｍｏｒｅ               ｈｉｓｔｏｒｉｃａｌ               ｇｒａｎｔｓ               ｉｎ               ＮＹ               ｔｈａｎ               ｉｎ               Ｍａｉｎｅ? Ｏｒ               ｐｅｒｈａｐｓ               ｓｈｏｕｌｄ               Ｉ               ｇｅｔ               ｏｆｆ               ｍｙ               ｂｕｔｔ               ａｎｄ               ｓｔａｒｔ               ａｐｐｌｙｉｎｇ?                Ｉ               ｓｔａｎｄ               ｈｅｒｅ               ｉｎ               ｍｙ               ｔｉｎｙ               ｔｏｗｎ               ｏｆ               Ｄａｎｆｏｒｔｈ               ａｎｄ               ｌｏｏｋ               ａｒｏｕｎｄ. Ｔｈｅ               ｌｏｃａｌｓ               ｓｏｍｅｔｉｍｅｓ               ｇｉｖｅ               ｍｅ               ｃｏｌｄ               ｒｅｃｅｐｔｉｏｎ               ｂｅｃａｕｓｅ               Ｉ'ｍ               ａｎ               "ｏｕｔ               ｏｆ               ｔｏｗｎｅｒ"               ａｎｄ               "ｎｏｔ               ａ               ｒｅａｌ               Ｍａｉｎｅｒ"               ａｎｄ               Ｉ               ｄｏｎ'ｔ               ｓａｙ               "ＰＡＡＡＡＡＣＣＣＫＫＫ               ｔｈｅ               ＣＡＡＡＡ"               ｏｒ               "ＡＹＡ",               ｂｕｔ               ｔｈａｔ               ｄｏｅｓｎ'ｔ               ｍｅａｎ               Ｉ               ｄｏｎ'ｔ               ｌｏｖｅ               Ｍａｉｎｅ               ａｓ               ｍｕｃｈ               ｏｒ               ｍｏｒｅ               ｔｈａｎ               ｔｈｅｙ               ｄｏ. Ｗｈａｔ               ｉｓ               ｓａｄ               ｉｓ               ｔｈａｔ               Ｉ               ｓｅｅｍ               ｔｏ               ｂｅ               ｔｈｅ               ｏｎｌｙ               ｏｎｅ               ｗｈｏ               ｉｓ               ｒｅａｌｌｙ               ｗｏｒｒｉｅｄ               ａｂｏｕｔ               ｉｔ. Ｓｔｒａｎｇｅｌｙ,               ｔｈｅｙ               ｓｐｅｎｄ               ｍｏｒｅ               ｔｉｍｅ               ｗｏｒｒｙｉｎｇ               ａｂｏｕｔ               ｗｉｎｄｍｉｌｌｓ               ａｋａ               ａｌｔｅｒｎａｔｉｖｅ               ｅｎｅｒｇｙ               ｐｏｐｐｉｎｇ               ｕｐ               ａｌｌ               ｏｖｅｒ--ｗｏｒｒｉｅｄ               ａｂｏｕｔ               ｔｈｅ               ｗａｙ               ｔｈｅｙ               ｌｏｏｋ. Ｐｅｒｈａｐｓ               ｔｈｅｙ               ｎｅｅｄ               ｔｏ               ｗｏｒｒｙ               ａｂｏｕｔ               ｔｈｅ               ｗａｙ               ｔｈｅｉｒ               ｔｏｗｎ               ｌｏｏｋｓ!~                Ｉ               ｐｌａｎ               ｓｏｍｅｄａｙ               ｔｏ               ｄｏ               ｓｏｍｅｔｈｉｎｇ               ａｂｏｕｔ               ｉｔ,               ｉｔ'ｓ               ｏｎ               ｍｙ               ｌｉｓｔ               ｏｆ               ｔｈｉｎｇｓ               ｔｏ               ｄｏ               ｂｅｆｏｒｅ               Ｉ               ｄｉｅ. Ｐｅｒｈａｐｓ               ｆｏｒｍ               ａ               ｔｏｗｎ               ｂａｓｅｄ               ｈｉｓｔｏｒｉｃａｌ               ｓｏｃｉｅｔｙ               ａｎｄ               ｒａｉｓｅ               ｍｏｎｅｙ               ｆｒｏｍ               ａｎｙｏｎｅ               ｗｉｌｌｉｎｇ               ｔｏ               ｇｉｖｅ.                Ｉｎ               ｔｈｅ               ｍｅａｎｔｉｍｅ,               ｉｆ               Ｉ               ｓｅｎｔ               ｙｏｕ               ａ               ｐｏｓｔｃａｒｄ               ｉｔ               ｗｏｕｌｄ               ｒｅａｄ:                Ｈｅｌｌｏ               ,                Ｆｒｏｍ               Ｎｏｗｈｅｒｅ,               ｉｔ'ｓ               ｍｅ.                Ｉ               ｗｉｓｈ               Ｉ               ｃｏｕｌｄ               ｓａｙ               ｔｈｅ               ｔｏｗｎ               ｏｆ               Ｄａｎｆｏｒｔｈ               ｉｓ               ｂｅａｕｔｉｆｕｌ.                Ｉ               ｓｔｉｃｋ               ｔｏ               ｔｈｅ               ｌａｋｅ               ａｎｄ               ｔｈｅ               ｓｋｙ               ａｎｄ               ｔｒｅｅｓ               ａｎｄ               ｓｕｒｒｏｕｎｄｉｎｇｓ.                Ｆｏｒ               ｔｈｅｙ,               ａｒｅ               ｓｔｉｌｌ               ｕｎｔｏｕｃｈｅｄ               ｂｙ               ｍａｎ.                Ｔｈａｔ               ｉｓ               ｔｈｅ               ｔｒｕｅ               ｂｅａｕｔｙ.                Ｔｈｅ               ｒｅｓｔ               ｉｓ               ｊｕｓｔ               ｐｌａｉｎ               ｓａｄ.

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