|The remnants of this old train station have stood here for generations.|
The entire upstairs could have been offices for a rail freight line business. I imagine a portly, balding supervisor chewing on a cheap, burned-out stogy and barking orders, while mild-mannered young clerks cowered at their desks – their shirt sleeves held up with garters, their heads wearing green visors to shade their eyes from the morning sunlight streaming through eastern windows – taking his guff and keeping busy on their respective chores. There are many stories which could be created around such a locale, but without the factual research that I really don’t care enough about it to want do. I am only a visitor here. This fictional account will have to do for my purposes.
|Far from its hey-day, this old train station begs for some attention.|
|Weathered siding from the backside of the train station. I just found it "graphic".|
|It's a mystery where these doors lead, but the hustle/bustle of the train station has passed into history.|
However, after a brief conversation with a store clerk, I learned that over the years, the old train station has been many businesses since her prime. At one point, a dry goods store, a game room/arcade and so forth. The person also told me that she has lived here her whole life and there have never been railroad tracks near the building. She appeared in her early 30s and she explained that, the community doesn’t seem to care about the building’s present or future condition, investment potential or anything else. The town could do whatever they want with the building, but they just like it the way it is, where it is and a testimonial to the town’s beginnings. I guess that’s all right with them, so it will be all right with me.
I don’t see this area as a hotbed of enterprise or center for economic growth potential. As I drive through this small community, I see a community that is happy with things the way they are. To give you another indication, the local Walmart is the largest retailer. (Are you surprised?) Goods prices are the same as everywhere else I’ve been, too. I suppose that’s a good thing. What has changed here in the past century? Instead of the train station being the hub of business enterprise in the community, it has been replaced by the Walmart store.
Remembering back as a kid watching the cartoon “Jetsons”, I was really hoping for more progress toward flying cars by the 21st Century.