I remember when the whistle at the power plant blew at noon to signal it was time for lunch and to allow one to check the clock's time. I remember when the stores closed on Wednesday afternoon so we could go fishing. I remember when you knew everyone you met on Second Street on Saturday.

About the noon whistle--Mrs. Miller, my teacher, told us that on Armistice Day, when World War I ended, the whistle blew at 11:00 o'clock and brought everyone into the street to give thanks.