Hunting Strange on Main Street

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Hunting Strange on Main Street in Hollyhill

Hello. Jocie Brooke here reporting
from Main Street, Hollyhill, Kentucky where everything seems pretty ordinary the
same as every day. My fellow reporter, Wesley Green, thinks I’ll spot
something strange to report on here in our new venture, the Hollyhill Book of
the Strange. But I’m still thinking the Book of the Ordinary would suit our little
town better. He shakes his head at me and says everything seems pretty strange
here to him, seeing as how he landed here from Jupiter. 
I can’t argue with
that. I’m sure if I was up on Jupiter, I’d think things were strange. That’s
the one that has all the moons. Wes says over sixty of them, but only four that
look much like our earth moon. Think about looking up at the sky and seeing four
moons shining down on you with dozens of others popping out here and there like
bouncing balls. Wes says folks going out at night on Jupiter have to wear hats
to keep from getting moonburnt. That could definitely make a book of the

But here in Hollyhill we only have
one moon to shine down on our Main Street. So come on and we’ll walk down it
together. You can poke me if you notice something strange that I’ve looked at
all my life and think is ordinary as can be. Of course, then I may just think
you’re strange. 

First we’ll go down Main Street
where the stores are lined up on either side, snuggled edge to
edge. We have two stoplights – one in front of the courthouse and another up by
the post office on the north end of town. The post office was built
during the Great Depression by the WPA. That was the government giving people
jobs and our little town got a great big post office out of it. That’s kind of
interesting but not exactly strange since it happened in towns all across the
country. Then again it might be strange that they built it up so high off the
street. The workers must have had a fondness for building steps or maybe it was
just to make the job last longer. 

We have two grocery stores, two ten
cent stores, two banks, two drugstores, two ladies’ dress shops, two lawyer
offices, two hardware stores, two furniture stores, two Laundromats, and two
grills. Notice a trend here? Well, before you decide Hollyhill has two of
everything which might be decidedly strange, I’ll point out we only have one
newspaper office, one barbershop, one defunct hotel, one chiropractor’s office.
There are three poolrooms that are off limits to kids like me. To make up for
whatever mischief might go on in them, four churches anchor both ends of Main
Street – First Baptist, Presbyterian, Christian and Methodist. The Pentecostal and
Second Baptist churches are on back streets behind Main. Oh, I forgot the jewelry
stores – two of them too. But only one men’s store. There used to be a movie
house, but it went out of business years ago. Dad tells me when he was a kid
there was a bowling alley in the upstairs rooms over where the wallpaper store is
now. That’s strange enough to think about. Somebody bowling over top your head.
There used to be an Opera House and hotel too, right across from the train
depot, but that’s on a side street up from Main.  Oh, and I forgot the car dealerships,
Ford and Chevrolet, that are right on Main Street. And there’s two gas stations
at the end of town past that courthouse stoplight going south.

Whew, I’m beginning to wonder how
all of these buildings can be squeezed along one Main Street. The churches and
the post office do spill on down the street from the two and a half block
center of town. And that most important building, the library is on another side
street up from the Post Office. We have Andrew Carnegie to thank for that. I
looked him up in the encyclopedia and he gave building grants to start over 1,600
libraries in America and Hollyhill’s was one of them. Thank you, Mr. Carnegie! 

So we’ve walked down Main and taken
a side trip up to the library, but I’ve not spotted much strange. Did you? If
so let me know so I can take another look. And meet me again next Monday. By
then something exciting might have happened. Don’t hold your breath, but I
suppose anything is possible. Even in Hollyhill. 

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