Editor’s note: When Bill Evans passed away in July, we had a few of his recent columns stockpiled, waiting to run. With his family’s permission, we have continued to publish them in his honor. Alas, this is the final one.
Well sir, three or four of us local boys had just finished going over the latest newspapers over at the library and decided to sit a spell under the shade trees.
Just over to one side was Lancaster’s main drag. All of us had grown up on that six or seven blocks of history.