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| Crossing Over There are five crosswalks striped on the roads of my little village. Four at the four-way stop in the middle of town and one as one enters from the east. That’s where the tourists come from. Neither north nor south allows that caution and the western entrance, coming down off the mountain, is at the four-way stop, that's my way in. Regular visitors saunter within the lines and locals cross where ever we want. Heck, it's our town. The white paint is worn but visible. One stop sign lazily leans to one side. A drunk must have hit it at one time or another. In our two block-long watering hole, we have six restaurants, three of which have full bars, the others serve beer and wine. I remember when there were no crosswalks painted here and only three dining halls. I’m told one had a brothel upstairs, but that was before my time. We are moving forward through the 20th century slowly. Someday we may even cross over into the 21st. ~~Judi Van Gorder Notes: ▶︎ |