Had breakfast yesterday on Main Street in the Village of Pittsford, NY. Two things struck me while enjoying my cup of coffee and waffle in this quintessentially quaint town.
1. For all our differences, we are very much alike in our day-to-day concerns. (Grocery shopping, cheapest gas, what to make for dinner)
2. Why do quaint little restored Main Streets always make us nostalgic? (And the nostalgia is always for a time that never existed.)
Finally, maybe it's just me, but when I see a vacant storefront in a town like Pittsford, I immediately want to fill it with something suitable to the area. Yesterday's vacancy was filled by an imaginary wine bar.
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