The doors creak. The clattering of footsteps upon century old floor boards echo the tap, tap, tapping, the coming and going of people from past we wish we could have known. White washed walls, exterior buttercream, red tin roof, and a painted sign pronounces the establishment’s namesake. Red and white simplicity. I imagine a bygone era. The steam engine barreling down the tracks, as the incoming mail bag is dropped.. Read More