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T H E R E N O V A T I O N 1 3<br />
Buffalo Street, and a right turn onto South Park Street. Then he turned onto<br />
Liberty, flanked on both sides by a long row of elegant old brick buildings—<br />
some a bit tired and worn, some newly restored and repainted.<br />
The welcome signs at the edges of the town boasted FRANKLIN:<br />
THE VICTORIAN CITY. It was once a town of many who prospered in<br />
the area’s oil boom of the mid-1800s and who built remarkable structures<br />
downtown and lived in stately homes in the bordering neighborhoods.<br />
Downtown Franklin had struggled for decades to stay alive and vital. The<br />
town’s Venango Historical Society promoted the preservation of the over<br />
two hundred buildings of historical significance, many of which displayed<br />
plaques boasting their years of completion. These buildings, once home to<br />
scores of thriving businesses—from haberdasheries to drugstores with<br />
soda fountains to millinery shops—now housed a curious mix of antique<br />
shops, one- and two-member law firms, offices of start-up insurance<br />
agents, two secondhand clothing consignment operations, and, increasingly,<br />
more upscale specialty shops.<br />
Ethan drove past the old theater on Liberty Street. After years of community<br />
fund-raising and bake sales, it had been restored almost to its<br />
previous vaudevillian grandeur. A colorful banner draped over the<br />
entrance announced next month’s concert—a big-band orchestra from<br />
Erie. He glanced over at the park opposite the theater. The same cluster of<br />
old men rested on the same benches by the fountain, watching the traffic<br />
as always. Ethan waved. A few waved back.<br />
He turned right at the Shell station, then again on Elk. It ran parallel<br />
to the river. Two blocks downriver from town was Sibley Park.<br />
He pulled into the parking lot of the baseball field. The truck tires bit<br />
and crunched at the loose gravel. He found that compressed munching to be<br />
enormously comforting—as if the very ground welcomed a traveler home.<br />
The baseball game had already begun. Three zeros hung on the scoreboard.<br />
Ethan had only missed the first inning and a half.<br />
The Franklin Flyers took the field as Ethan found his usual seat on<br />
the next-to-the-top row of the section of bleachers on the first-base side.<br />
He smiled and waved. Chase looked toward him. His son gave little indication<br />
that he saw his father, save an almost imperceptible nod.