What once was the hustle and bustle of Batesville, Arkansas, is now almost deserted. Main Street has mostly been forgotten and has faded into the background. But there's still something about that place. When you walk by Elizabeth's restaurant, the smell of their mouth-watering, hot rolls is so strong, that you can taste it. And the cool winter air almost beckons you to go in. As you pad along the sidewalk, you see new stores and old stores that only our parents and grandparents remember.
The once famous Melba theater has now lost its glitz and glamour. The neon lights have faded out. The crisp wind rushes into your ears and whirls around the trees that still stand along the street. Fallen leaves flit across the pavement like dancers on the stage. You catch a glimpse of someone, in the corner of you eye, rushing into the old library to get out of the cold. So, to some people, Main Steet is just an old landmark of Batesville that is no longer important. But for me, it's part of home.
