In a small town east of Memphis, time is standing still. Most of the businesses have closed. A calendar hanging in the window of a taxidermy shop hasn’t changed dates in twenty-five years. Around the corner a sign reads Hardware but a look in the windows is a look into the past.No tools. In one of its past incarnations it was a pool room.
Popular video games from the eighties and old beer signs keep company in the dust and sad bricks. You can hear friends playing pool and sharing a beer. Ms. PacMan ‘s theme provides background music and the laughter is loud and erupts often.
There is one question in the silence , but no one seems to have the answers. How are we going to fix this?