Five thousand souls, give or take. How many do the former and how many the latter, I can't say,. Town motto: "Community of Progress."

Three stories: the pride of Westville, and a sign the city was on the move!

The man himself decreed that it shall be so:

I take it that's the origin of the town's na,me.

Interesting reveal here:

The rusticated stone has fallen off, reminding you that's just a facade. The bricks that did the real work were hidden behind the fashionable rock.

Twins.

Except one is slightly shorter, and the windows have keystones. Nice post-war metal upgrade, but it looks sad and forgotten now.

		I don't know if they still meet here.

Meet you at Olga's! If it's 2016!

Otherwise, no

"Okay, well, one window, but in the corner, so we can see 'em coming."

Doesn't seem to be anything now.

Once upon a time:

But before that, we all know what it was.

This just haunts me, somehow. September, late in the day. The church, the water tower, the gas station. Now it all seems so empty.

A remarkable graveyard on the edge of town.

You pull 'em, you buy 'em.