I drive up and down Princeton’s Main Street several times a week. I know that street like the back of my hand. I’ve been cruising Main Street for many years. I grew up here, and the street — like every Main Street in every small town, is somewhat sacred.

I have to believe it’s the same in Spring Valley, Sheffield, Tonica, Granville ... and everywhere in between. The main drag through a town or village is a landmark to those who have hung their hats there.

Driving up and down Main Street — well, in a way, it’s a history lesson from years gone by. If I look in the rear view mirror, I see a street from yesteryear that speaks of fond memories, simple times, family and friends from the past. It is a street that evokes many feelings, and one that often causes my heart to skip a beat or two.