Wouldn't it be nice to stroll by the Potomoc River early each morning. In different seasons, different weather, spectacular light. That's Franklin West Virginia, Pendleton County.
Franklin barely makes a ripple on Google. "Find a date in (fill in the blank)…" "Find a part-time job in (fill in the blank)…" Maybe Carl's Barber Shop needs some help. But that's a story for later.
Mr. Google fails to notice Thompson's Motel. One night costs $30 bucks, up from $25 a coupla years back. I should tell that quicksand-like search engine about the momma robin that nested on the electrical box above my door. Skittering about nervously, showing powerful protective urges, then settling down, casting a careful eye my way over her shoulder. Maybe I should tell that voracious algorithm-driven engine about the chicken that evidently owns my parking spot, boldly indifferent to the fact that my room number's painted on it.
Mister magnificent gold-plated Google overlooks the mean French toast scrambled egg combo for breakfast at Thompson's restaurant. Which also prides itself as the Potomoc Headquarters (West Virginia State Chapter) of the National Wild Turkey Federation. Winner of both the 'jakes' and the 'gobbler' ribbons for 2002, 2003, and 2004. An achievement certified by a huge expertly rendered painting, a gobbler and two fat hens in a pretty wood, wonderfully framed.
Google missed all of this, completely. That's my kind of town.
Title: © Franklin on Potomoc. r0705-06
Series: Water Scenes
Location: Franklin, West Virginia
Date: Friday 3 June 1994