Longtime resident David Enos remembers the old days:
Everyone was unbelievably poor, too poor to drink or even have more than one meal some days. We worked like dogs for minimum wage. I think it was 6.25 back then. It was imperative to hold more than one job. Almost no one you knew owned a cell phone or had internet at their house. Sometimes there was communal internet, downstairs on a massive Dell with a thousandfold viruses and mouse covered in the black film of human hands. It was cause for laughter when you’d see a businessman with furrowed brow storming down the street, absorbed in the Blackberry pressed to his ear, getting surprised by car horns. A different time of the world.
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