There is something to such a town. That it is proud goes without saying. It is a town of self-respect and respect for others. People smile, wave, stop to talk, congregate. People in cities have forgotten such places exist.
People are home, resting, or going to church.
But men still meet mornings for coffee in the restaurants and the occasional Sunday stroller can be seen walking to some private destination. Those passing on the highway who are curious enough to stop and linger taste a town that hasn't lost its character since it was first settled at the time of the early explorers. Two rivers meeting below mountain, Turcotte Corners, Ontario, Canada. When he ran under the canoe and jumped surface, I knew I was meeting a small god. In the canoe he thrashed like some minor Prometheus.