North Main Street

 

I came across this photograph during one of those frigid days last week. It was taken on an equally frigid day sometime in the late 1930s I surmise.  It's my uncle Bill Fish Jr. on the left and the identities of the other fellows are lost in time. And look closely and you'll see another pedestrian walking behind.

Yesterday I walked up from the Coudersport post office, navigating my way around dirty snow piles, puddles, and the uneven, frost-heaved slate sidewalks that used to be prime roller skating territory. The corner of Fifth Street and North Main, my old neighborhood.