I file into a loosely formed line of onlookers, extending from the front of the store, spilling onto the plankboard porch and forming a crowd on the lawn.
Squeezing through to the head of the line, leaning forward, I struggle to see through a smudged windowpane, taking a good hard look inside the antiquated one-room general store.
Not fancy, four interior walls adorned with old-timey memorabilia and original tinplated ads for staples from an early 20th century mercantile. A lusterless structure tolling an ancient story packed solid with a large assembly of people from all parts.
(Continued Thursday, Dec. 3. Until then, what are you struggling to see?)