There is a town upriver that my friend Mychele wants to take over and turn into an ecovillage. It’s pretty much a ghost town. Boarded up businesses and a dwindling population, no school, no bank or grocery store, a dollar store on the periphery to suck up any lingering commerce.
We could all buy houses there, she says. They’re going for a song.
We could have a farm and grow our own food. Have a wood shop. Turn the pole barn into a community dance hall.
Better to dream than despair. The unsettling of America that Wendell Berry wrote of a half-century ago is manifesting its destiny in all these dying Midwest towns, each of them eyeing the horizon, waiting for a miracle.
Or a Mychele.
2 thoughts on “Ghost Town”
Does this name of this town begin with an “S” and end with an “N”?
It does not! Apparently there are more than once such towns in our vicinity.