My Town

Nothing but the dead and dying back in my little town Nothing but the dead and dying back in my little town In my little town “My Little Town” by Paul Simon My Town I walk the streets of my hometown, the prodigal son returned for a visit. I wanted to see the old place after forty years away. My first stop is the place where the death spiral began. The old brick building that housed Johnson’s lingerie factory long abandoned. Countless generations had worked there and jobs were plentiful and easy to get.. But government regulations, outrageous union demands and cheaper labor overseas caused its demise. I walked up Main Street, which was a bustling market place when I was a child. Now, all that remained were CBD joints and tattoo parlors and a coffee shop. First the pharmacy closed, then Mason’s Department store, followed in quick succession by a host of other long-time establishments as the locals began the exodus to a new land of milk and honey. The few reaming locals looked like ghosts wandering in a lost world. I’m ready to move on as there is nothing left but the dead and dying back in my little town.