It seems that visiting smaller-sized towns on a Sunday morning is going to leave you with a quiet, almost haunting, experience with it. While we found the people weren't in church, they weren't out and about either... it's like they were at home, with their families or something. How dangerously un-modern (and yet, refreshing).

Good enough for my purposes, anyway.	The downtown looked great with all the brick, but it was totally deserted.	If I'm going to build a nest for myself, I want it to look like this. Neat porch and all.
Where is everyone? Maybe at church? It is Sunday; but the Baptist church was vacant...	... and the Catholic church was just as quiet as can be.