The second in an occasional series. Once again written E.B.White style.
I knew things were different here on my first visit just about a year ago, I arrived at a very small town for my interview. As I got off the train, I had to take an underpass walkway to get to the other side of the tracks. The train station and environs were already very clean, but nonetheless halfway down the stairs there was a worker, dressed in heavy duty reflective green/yellow pants and top, with a power washer hosing down the stairs. Just to underline the obvious: this tiny community has the resources and desire to make sure the steps at the underpass at the train station are kept quite clean. Continue Reading