Looking up River Street towards the center of the village, from the corner of the old store. The brick house on the right was the home of my childhood friends Ricky and Kenny Monette. I spent many, many happy days there, as a kid. Their mom, Beatrice, made the best fried bread (you can imagine what we were like, powered by fried bread slathered with left-over cake icing from her cake decorating business!).