Why? I have no idea why I went to Marked Tree, Alabama, except perhaps because of the name. Probably a matchbook. I’m looking at the first one I clipped long ago, and it’s not promising. I’d say it was a bank once, right?
Perhaps I was intrigued by this: the odd street and elevated sidewalk, with a lone building surviving from a once . . . well, bigger main street district.
Someone tried
It’s as if it was ripped out, by angry violence.
Here’s a hint about why I was intrigued: that old glass sign. The twin stores in one building. Someone was investing in Marked Tree. Antiques now, of course. The detritus and flotsam of the farms always comes tumbling down to these old storefronts.
Evidence of something, and I’m not sure what. Modernization! So long ago, but modern then.
Then, boom: something clean, a going concern. I have a dim memory of that word, NYAL, and I think that was the matchbook that sent me here. You’ll find out some day.
Didn’t expect this, did you? It’s almost history-proof. Its attempts to fit in made someone design it in a style that belongs in no decade.
That’s . . . different, as we passive-aggressive Minnesotans say. E. Ritter, 1910. Let's turn the corner: Hmm. That sign on the left - Hmm. That building - Across the street . . . Hey now It’s all Ritter. I conclude Mr. Ritter was something of a mover and shaker here abouts, don’t you?
There's something so Dynasty about it, eh?
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