Main Street, Brattleboro, Vt. On a snowy day before Christmas.
"In my little town...God keeps his eye on us all. And he used to lean upon me, when I pledged allegiance to the wall. Coming home after school. Flying my bike past the gates of the factory..." As we drove through town the other day I started taking photos to share with those few people out there who spent their childhoods here near Brattleboro, Vt. So much is still the same, yet it has evolved so much since we moved there in 1968. It sure wasn't the "Little San Francisco" it is, back then. It's interesting to remember this.