The highway bypass into town was littered with chain restaurants and hardware supercenters, the concrete strip malls colonized by the everystore mentality that permeated all other mid-to large-size towns off just about every highway. The ultimate in impersonal convenience. Once they got into the heart of the city, things changed dramatically. For the better, in Taylor’s opinion. She was surprised to see a traditional Main Street replete with mom-and-pop shops, an old movie theater, the drugstore Buddy Morgan had mentioned, with what looked to be a full restaurant lunch counter, and a variety of specialty stores, including a promising-looking bookstore nestled next to the drugstore, Fireside Books and Gifts. Baldwin drove slowly, and Taylor stared up the treelined median, a small smile playing on her lips. “What are you looking at?” Baldwin asked. “I’m waiting for George Bailey to come running down the street.” Baldwin did a double take, then laughed. “God, Taylor, you’ve nailed it.
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