Our Town- - -A Fifties Kind of Place

Well the word is...

They are making a movie, using our town as a backdrop for a mystery story from the fifties. It makes sense. Our quiet square looks like it hasn't changed since then. The cars are modern, but the buildings, particularly the fronts, have a frozen in time look.

There are old apartments over all the stores on the square, and some of them are still lived in. Most, however, sit vacant, screaming for someone with enough money to put a new roof on the buildings to come do it...so the old offices with half wood, half frosted glass doors can be reopened.

They would make wonderful studios for painting, sculpture, music lessons...or neat little coffee shops where books lie open on the tables and on shelves within easy reach of old leather couches. Or they would also make great apartments...for all the people who don't live here anymore, having run off to big cities where the jobs are and the excitement.. .leaving the shining clock tower, the covered apartment stairs, the deep red of courthouse steps, the evening smells of pizza buffet and the morning smells of bacon, biscuits and gravy.

Auditions for extras were today. I didn't go. Not that I wasn't alive in the fifties, but I'd want to see the movie before I decided to be or not to be seen in it...and since it hasn't been made yet...that's impossible. But if I were the director, I'd use these steps.